promises petal on your lips
scenting thickly of hope
and I, gullible butterfly that I am,
drink the nectar in
{too fast}
only to choke on disappointment
realizing
{too late}
this, your poison:
the sweetness of insincerity
But words are things, and a small drop of ink falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think... ~Lord Byron
3 Comments:
love all your post....
and here, i wanna give you my BIG BIG HUG!!!!
i love you, sis!!
muackss!
*hugs*
Thanx sis. Your support means so much to me!!!
love the {} bit
or maybe i spoke
{too fast}
hahahahaha
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