Monday 30 January 2017

To waste.

Lulled in to a false sense,
Where I start to relax and smile.
There's an extra bonus,
From the fact that it has been a while.
I soften, I am hopeful,
Then of course it turns,
And my heart's in need of water,
To temper the sudden burns.
You simultaneously release fear,
As you throw in disgust, distaste,
And all the smiles you summoned up,
Are now black and gone to waste.

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