If deception had a euphemism, it would be hope.
Lightning which turns into the thunder of dreams crashing,
Ceaseless in its unmerciful delight of taunt,
Hope – the horrendous realization that the hint of silver is nothing
But the glint of sharp steel of a trap.
2 comments:
You are wasting your writing talents on self-pity.
well, its been a long tym u didnt write, biased to the title!
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