Overwhelmed
Once upon a time, what felt like a pretentious make-believe
His once Midas touch, and my now overwhelming feels
Red creeping in my cheeks, eyes filled with uncertainty
His pierced heart, my arrow in this Achilles heel
Showing off the sparkling commitment, his favourite ordeal
Whispers of guilt felt more deafening, than his speech
On his shaky knees, eyes glowing, "Will you marry me?"
The splash of red wine on my dress, like his heart on the sleeve
The undone knots, slipping right out of his reach as I leave
Like spilled blood, our red roses looking black and inky
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Scarred Pages
PoetryBarren lands of heartbreaks, inscribed with words like wounds and painted with emotions like bruises, depicts the heart of a Poetess. Scarred pages can be conceptualised as those unaddressed letters buried under dust in a drawer, written solely to t...
