Blinded by beauty
and her fake smile.
Speak to me, love.
Your words are beautiful like water to pure.
Purified, then I drown
and you won't save me.
Afraid to wet your precious hands
as I gasp for air.
You don't want to waste your breath,
that you breath,
when he sexes you.
As I lie there,
coughing your words up,
you stare at me with your everlasting pale green eyes,
smile and say
'If you treated me better, you may have a chance'
so tommorow i bring her an ocean,
and she says 'swim your way back to me'
and when i arrive,
he has gotten her a little pond,
and beside it, there she is making love to him.
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