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Your words were like aloes
Which salved my wounds
But turned webbed thorns
That choked on my breath
You hid your piled lies in deceit
With baseless promises that sucked
Till I was consumed and left worthless
— worthless as you often said to my face
That I became an object of taunts
To you, a loser — lost without hopes
Perhaps it was foolish to fall in love
Judging from this type that drowns
I’ve killed those butterflies
That drove my thoughts
I no longer need your roses
Do not come bringing them
I need not your litanies of praise
So keep those eulogies you carry
Don’t speak to me about love
It’s useless cos I feel nothing now
© Asa Cl
Which salved my wounds
But turned webbed thorns
That choked on my breath
You hid your piled lies in deceit
With baseless promises that sucked
Till I was consumed and left worthless
— worthless as you often said to my face
That I became an object of taunts
To you, a loser — lost without hopes
Perhaps it was foolish to fall in love
Judging from this type that drowns
I’ve killed those butterflies
That drove my thoughts
I no longer need your roses
Do not come bringing them
I need not your litanies of praise
So keep those eulogies you carry
Don’t speak to me about love
It’s useless cos I feel nothing now
© Asa Cl
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