You picked a night stroll for a reason
Assured not a soul perceive your flee
looks like you're escaping from treason.
Crowded ways or woody dales
bemused which is awful to sit
and dig into all those tales.
She's aware, why you've held up your guards
You wrote love letters, she returned wounds of paper cuts
No wonder you've shielded your heart behind the ferric bars.
She gave no pink, just grey-blue skies
You gifted your red sapphire
she smashed it on the ground to demise.
She left you amid borders
dribbled your hand whilst marching
Left you drowning in waters.
Certainly, your Midas touch
on her famine decedent soul
wasn't just enough to clutch.
She would've made a worthy bashert
Pity! She has a chaotic messed up head
She left you in the hallway, with all this hurt.
They say "time heals all the wounds"
soon you'll have the effrontery
to deck the hallway, both once strolled through.
She never was ready to grip you strong
She didn't know any better
so she watched you walk, where you belong.
"Hope you find your twin flame," she said
She'll mend up your castle
and patch up the canopy that I've shredded.
She'll give you crystal pink skies
Retaliate her red sapphire
She'll never leave and keep the allies.
She'll never leave you in hallways
neither leaves you drowning in waters
She'll be your crepuscular sun rays.
-@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 :)
