Love Regrets

i n n o c e n c e

Daffodils swinged back and forth
as the icy cold wind blows,
southern.
I smiled, to frame-up sadness
but my freezing lips were way too,
stubborn.

Why cry, when you can fake a laugh?
Why be in pain, when there are pain-killers?
Why be in love, when you can cheat?
like how those by-standers tricked
your innocence.

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