Society
Your high society class
My castle of cards
All the sparkles don't shine
When the love's a little blind
Sadly, materialistic things rust
But feelings never does
Love through eyes was the start
There with me just to last
Fell in love with our contrast
There for me just to be my last
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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...
