Feasts get cold, gossips get old
when their pharse return as whispers
realised, all were part of twisters.
Bringing carver to the wars of fire thunder
always prove my forever blunder
I never learn from mistakes, no wonder.
All nemesis commenced as the dearest ally
always remember "Et tu Brute"
said the one, to his biggest alibi.
Bought decoction for gala of my victory
they smashed out the bottle
now no one's at glory.
Everlasting heap of friends, as we began
no way José,
We'll never say those words again.
Your Midas touch on my fallout
crestfallen on my knees now
maimed the body, I better haul out.
-@ehhhNerd
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Poetry by @ehhhNerd
PoetryHey guys! (Whoever is reading) I write poetry. I'm posting some of my stuff here. If you like it or hate, please let me know. I would take all the criticism and compliments gracefully. Just give it a read :)
