Entangled by flowery words,
she becomes numb ~
unable to sense
that poison is released
in every beautiful affirmation.
Losing herself
in love's profession,
she fails to see bonds of trust
have turned to ash,
remnants lying broken.
After she's but a hollow husk,
you discard her;
leaving a wounded woman
with nary a thought.
Brushing off ashes,
you seek another soul to entice.








Once I wiped the grin off, I appreciated the beauty you created. Well done.

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