Second Look

July 21, 2009
By Anonymous

The sorrow taste of your disappointment
Leaves a deep wound in my soul.
The sweet drink of your poison
That makes it harder to reach the goal.

All the sugar-covered promises
Hide the sinister knife.
Remembering the losses,
Bleeding out life.

I fade away slowly with your words.
Having a bright smile, lying.
Yet nobody ever learns
How I’m disappearing, dying.

Your “love” doesn’t the emptiness fill.
Your “love,” especially to me, kills.



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