10-02-2013, 11:24 PM
This poem is dedicated to the woman I loved, until I recently found out that everything was a charade, and I, the fool, believed in the whole lie.
Your reflection in a mirror is empty,
and a despicable taste of your love
on my lips I reject,
for it is a lie.
Goodbye
Your reflection in a mirror is empty,
and a despicable taste of your love
on my lips I reject,
for it is a lie.
Goodbye
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