Poetry Sunday
Lovers whisper lies
That they believe
Rather earnest in their hope
Than trying to deceive
Still, we take the bait
And bite
To come up gasping
Broken
From the fight
Of loving
Even when the love’s not right
Hope draining
As we drown
In air and light.
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