It was not the cold breeze that made my skin shivers
Not the moonlight that twinkled in my deep black hair
Nor, the sounds of birds chanting above the tree
Or the smoky fog that spreading like a group of bee
I'm not supposed to be here, prefer to rest a lot
The party was planned but I have no idea what is all about
Oh, farewell for my sister who's leaving with his man, celebration for the last shot
The lips she's kissing now was the same man I cried my heart out
Innocent people usually frightened the clowns
Kinda surprised me 'cause I've known many of them in personal
Two clowns I met, the reason why my doubts were built
I know that seeing me here tonight brings back a huge guilt
The night is still young when you stop by
Greeting everyone even tho you look so shy
I would lie if I say that your emerald smile didn't caught my eye
As I held my breath and can't do anything but to sigh
Strange, my stare didn't left you since then
I've only saw you about a minute or seven
A trenchant curse slipped my mouth, so embarassing to look like an obsessed vixen
Harshly grab my wine and walk straight to the dark den
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Wretched Melancholy of a Gloomy Girl
General FictionA one shot narrative poetry about a recluse girl who had a long rollercoaster ride of her life, she loved and hated it at the same time.
