Sweet Nothing


Tea in the morning,
Sweet winter smiles,
Long sleeves,
Worn to carefully conceal,
Our darkest secrets.
Lies,
Rolled off the tongue,
Sweet as honey,
They sting like bees,
Then die as quickly as they were born.
And through all of this,
I am painfully aware,
That I am slowly fading,
Away,
Into sweet nothing.

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