It’s a trap

Sweet words whispered

on a river bank

beneath dark clouds

with a drizzle coming down

should not be heard

it’s a trap.

Slow walks on a trail

viewing flowers in a garden

hand in hand

should be avoided

it’s a trap.

Hearing the word promise


should be silenced

it’s a trap.

Basically, all the above is


But somehow love changes

rain to rainbows

a fact..

burn baby burn

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