Enticement is its game
Entwining around the vitals in your chest
Wrapping veins and organs into sweet, twisted knots
Whispered thoughts echo in your blood
Murmured nothings commissioned in false hope
It raises your expectations,
Cuts them away with no regrets
Leaving you a hollow shell
Love is only a fantasy bred by
Deluded dreamers
Written very quickly through boredom. Let me know what you think!
~Heartonachain