Oleander
When you hold her
Hold her so close
You might not
But she sure knows
Whisper those sweet nothings
Into her ear
You aren’t the only one
Telling her what she wants to hear
Give her your heart
And giver her your soul
If only you knew
What existed below
How precious she is
Your sweet little oleander
She calls it truth
I call it slander
Let her creep
Creep into your veins
Never know about tomorrow
But at least she’s here today
So go and waste away
In the middle of her games
You are just one
On a list of names
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