You called me love,
with the melodious sound of your voice.
Rubbed my hair,
with the tenderness of your palm.
You kissed me,
with your succulent lips
and a drink of love,
you poured for me.
A wish I prayed forever,
but experience came twice
I am broken!
I became a broken glass
useless for it purpose,
a tattered cloth
no one wants to wear.
I became the polluted river
no one can drink from,
and the faint light
that gives no brightness.
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Poetrycries from my heart, words I wish all can hear, my worries and frustrations. who will listen?
