Crashed and burnt,
My diary reads,
Tossed and turned,
Love defeats ,
In my bed I lie awake,
Gambled with life,
All for its sake,
Love has no meaning,
It has no rhyme
Poetry is stealing,
Inspiration from slime,
Beautiful misery only awaits,
Luring with a promise that only abates,
Give me no answer,
Spare me your cry ,
Depart from my side,Love no longer will I confide....
1 comment:
I remember reading this poem with you in April of 2009 at Lamoine Village Building 2- 101. Even remember your face and all details.
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