Love is like a whispered dream
That devils try to emulate
They give to you a poisoned glass
And show you in a broken mirror
Visions of a tainted dream
That start as pure as falling flakes
And by the time you see the trick
Your very mind has lost its place
and poison from the welcome glass
is in your belly working fast
and not so welcome now.
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Reblogged this on whorled in a whir.
Interesting blog name.
Well said… 😀 and true!
You are kind to say so.