• br33z3 5w

    Stains of yesterday

    It started with today, with stains of yesterday etched across your skin... You smelled pungent like sin.
    Promises that where never meant to be heard, disguised as an optical illusion to the truth hidden in a web of lies, distinguished.... And you call yourself a gentleman.
    Untold stories of lust whispered into thin air, as you gracefully touch my face... A thin smile appears across your tight lips...
    It started with today, with stains of promises that where never meant to be discussed.... But your word is never ending and I have held on to passion for it is the key that has opened a platform between you and me... I held on to but never forget that a lie and a sin are different...
    You call yourself an optimist, but I find you to be an oppertunist... challenging as far as you can get... Your voice mellow, and your breath smells of gin... You reak with plagerism... I call your bluff, you deciever.
    It started with today, as I realize that no longer am I your lover... I was just part of a roll you played and with shallow endings I lost grip with humanity, because you showed me the stains of yesterday...
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