Monday, 7 December 2015

POEM FOR THE WEEK

To be disowned by the dishonourable.
Ha,puzzling philosophy.
Watch your mouth,she said!
Would I,should I,
even if I could it seems rather strange for the widow to proceed the
request as she does.

Forget!

The scars that rests open my chest.
The unnatural silver that caused it.
The unfiltered kiss of injustice.
She is weak,voiceless driven by the fear of complete loneliness.
Worshiping him like a god but she forgets that he will leave her in
complete loneliness.


SHARICEDEC

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