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The antidote isn't 

Sweet compared to 

The poison, But 

It's deadlier,

Your lips are smothered 

In the flavors sweetest

To me,

But you feed them 

To someone else,

She is to be

The worshipped play

Thing 

For a night,

But when the sun shines

Again

Revealing 

The exposed bodies 

And twisted pleasures,

You toss her away,

With a peice of you,

Too bad I can smell

Her on your collarbone,

I see her finger prints

On your ribs

She has carved a

Road map to her 

Place on your back

With her nails,

Something you're proud 

Of, I'm sure

Little does she kow,

You love the art not

The artist and you'll 

Never come,

You got what you 

wanted,

I hope when you notice

Her waitng by 

The phone for a call 

That won't come

You'll see,

I hope when you notice 

The bed you two played on

Covered with tear drops

you'll see,

That where there's 

Smoke there's fire,

To kill is to 

Die yourself




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pineappler03This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 2:24 pm
This is really good. The line breaks made the piece more dramatic, making it worth reading.
 
Charissa replied...
today at 2:53 pm
Thank you so much! @pineappler03
 
YoelaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 11:27 am
Wow. This is stunning. I love your use of line breaks and the overwhelming passion coating this piece. You created a really beautiful piece.
 
Charissa replied...
today at 2:55 pm
Thank you! I love hearing feedback on my work! I'm so glad you enjoyed it
 
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