Truth avoided your lips,
So karma’s kiss has you on her path.
She remembers you,
Even when time
Has taken it’s toll
Like a succubus,
Her beauty,
In all her glory
Rots
Strikes
Stings.
Honey isn’t so sweet.
Your mind
succumbing to the never-ending pain
As you finally tell me your sorry.
Wishing it’s never too late.

– Melanie Ann

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