When we met, my heart persuaded my hand to draw you.
It itched to draw those muscles you have.
It carved to write how your eyes sparkles when you are happy, and dim when sad.
I was starting to write a poem of you, all of you, to tell you about my feelings.
For you were oblivious.
You were the only being that occupied My sight,
thought,
And my heart.
But you couldn't let me finish.
You pushed me away. Not physically, but with your continuous lies and cheats.
You left me bleeding out, after you stabbed my heart and walked away.
Little by little, hatred came to our doorstep.
I no longer ache to draw you.
I no longer carve to write a poem of you.
All I see now is Red. To Rip your heart after Enticing you, and Destroy every thing you
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Muse
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems and spoken words I may very much not be experienced about what I write, I write base on my surroundings. If there's any error, mis spellings or unnecessary punctuation, please do not fail to comment on it. Thank...
