I tried to sip it
In a cup mixed with honey
It turns out there has been mixed with poison
Miss
Whispering quietly
In the deepest trough of taste
Try to thrill romance
Lie
Boiled tongue
A delusion of sweet promises
It turns out all are just fatamorga in the middle of the desert
Regret
Self cover
Trust me so
Without ever thinking logic
Wound
Bloody cut
Dull crust betrayed
False Promise of the Beloved
