Words were said, though not spoken directly from your lips
The serpents lies sound so real
It is so hard to ignore
So hard to forget
When the words keep repeating over and over again
I tell myself not to listen
But I see the words spelled out every time I close my eyes
Her words, venom spit from her lips
Causing damage that takes time to heal from
Heart is heavy and I feel as though I cannot breathe
Her words, not yours...
But you never agreed or disagreed
Was it pure manipulation?
Or was there truth behind it?
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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Very powerful and relatable!