There’s No Love Lost HereA Poem by Mriss TorresLips dipped in honey, soft and sweet. Arms built to protect, safe and sound. Eyes captivating, heart and soul. What an angel you were from the moment I first laid eyes on you. Now we don’t talk. Now we don’t care. Now you hate me. And now, I do too. © 2017 Mriss Torres |
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