That day, you were so close,
Your heat warming my heart,
The very day, I then chose,
My soul will be your part.
But you wanted to throw it,
Your throw totally shattered me
But you never realised it,
You didn't notice the dying me.
I thought it would be,
The biggest of all bliss,
But then it killed me,
That one, the very kiss.
Sharon Mathew
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PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
