The colour of her love
Was that of her blood
Got darker
Everytime
Exposed
To the
Cruelty
Of the
World
Nobody cared
To conserve
Her precious love
And that is how
It lost its grace
Turned black
Without a trace
Of her real emotions
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
