sweet poison
by katharine crompton
The poison, it drips into my soul, the poison that's whispered by you, From the swirling mass, the black, the lies, A black rose grows, as my love for you dies, The thorns that burst forth from the mass, Hold memories of times that have come to pass, Those memories will fade and die, my cuts will slowly heal, The dagger through my heart remains, a feeling I can't conceal, The words I hate, to love, to hear, The words I wish were more sincere, These words they don't just break my heart, They corrupt and tear my soul apart. How to find out if someone is right for you |