Deception, a sweet nectar for liars,a smoky wine,pleasant to the taste,an addiction sublime.
A promise kept is the sun colliding with raintwo opposites meeting,bonding, creatingbeautiful colors outside of a frame.
A Poem
My faults in all, too glaringMy antics’ call, so daringMy language choice, gruff swearingThe…
In my handsA glass of; water
I promiseto always kiss youwith hunger.