Beautiful Lie

Beautiful Lie short poem

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You drew me in and kiss me
Your hand reached out and grasp me.
The other clutching my hair,
You touch me with utmost care.

I close my eyes and feel your lips.
They were sweet with soft, gentle nips.
I enjoyed your closeness, your touch.
I felt it, you love me too much.

I gasped away for breath, stepped back.
I smiled secretly, you smiled back.
I stared at your eyes and see it all.
Your heart, body, soul, I have it all.

You tugged me close and squeeze me hard.
Your hug speaks in volumes, you’re scarred.
Loving me has completely destroyed you.
But you keep holding on, what can I do?

The light in your eyes are disappearing.
I did that to you, you’re slowly breaking.
Your love was designed to consume you.
Your love for me annihilated you.

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