Victim

Among the roses that blossomed

You sent out the sweetest scent

Drawing me to you

Like a bee in search for nectar.

My heart is a prisoner

Of your tempting words

Your true colors hidden

Behind a honeyed smile.

You moved on while I;

A victim of your fake love

Am left alone

To gather up the scattered pieces

Of my torn heart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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