Fatal HopeA Poem by Ebb and FlowHope is definitely one of the worst and best things that a person can have.
Hope leaves a metallic taste
in my mouth like blood dripping from my tongue, that's been lashed by words not meant. Words, which are seemingly harmless, but when spoken with treacherous lips, inflect a fatal poison. This poison, rapidly burns through veins not meant to carry such pain, but seem to endure the gravity of this false hope. What false hope could weave poison through weakened veins and eat away at a tender heart? LOVE! © 2017 Ebb and Flow |
StatsAuthorEbb and FlowMilton Mills, NHAboutThe names Krystina Michelle Walters Poetry is one of my soul passions in life. Without its passion I wouldn't understand the beauty of the written word or that beauty of this world. "Words have.. more..Writing
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