CryBaby
Dinonymous
Her tears are as shallow as rivulets
Easily get cut by words like bullets
A crybaby lass, they think she was
Bruises and scars, is what she has
Trigger of teary falls, is the smallest thing
Her old honed soul was refused to be seen
Shallow warrior, that's how they see her,
But who they persecute is the true fighter
They call her this, they call her that
Regardless of past, and burden she got
They see her as this, they see her as that
Weakling iddle, she know she was not
They see her face but not her heart
They see her smile but not her eyes
They hear her cry, that's what they want
Do shallow tears, surrender to skies?
What dwell inwards, everlasting fears
Concealed by hopeful smile she wear
But when it stings, got no chance to veer
She's bound to this, spouting tears
She seldom weep long time ago
Now broken to debris from head to toe
She's an implicit tough but never a stone
She still cries, when refused by home
Refused by home, that's what in her abyss
The reason she's pushed beyond her boundaries
Refused by home, trigger of her wail
She may often cry, but she's not a frail
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PoetryThis book includes the poems which are entirely written by me. I have this desire to share to you the products of my imagination and my pen's collaboration as I get Lost In Words. I hope you enjoy:)
