Love is like a poison ivy,
Nurtured by false hopes and delusive fantasies.
Until the time when the flower blooms,
And reality slowly eats up your heart,
Little by little and finally,
Only the husk remains.
And the person, left bitter and spiteful.
(Arthur Wan, 2009)
Nurtured by false hopes and delusive fantasies.
Until the time when the flower blooms,
And reality slowly eats up your heart,
Little by little and finally,
Only the husk remains.
And the person, left bitter and spiteful.
(Arthur Wan, 2009)
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