Nowadays, I discern you as woodpecker–
Drinking the gest of my life,
Sucking, then feeding yourself from it;
Killing, then healing with your love
And at the end egest around me.Puzzled, why the woodpecker?
That devilish, little sap-sucker.
It had different ways to serve its feast,
Eyeing two preys by one arrow
With it's stout, chisel-like beak.
Its tiny figure may fool around
One cannot believe if it's tucking the food out,
but when the woodpecker starts on the eating spree, no one can shut it down.
Cause, they say, that it remembers the faces of people,
who tries to flee it away,
so next time it'll come back and hunt down the face,
to crack their head and feast on their brains.Well, I find you annoying like a woodpecker.
Tucking out the answers of your groundbreaking doubts, from my brain like a soul ripper.
Cause you hunt down your so-called lost pride in my faults;
Changing my reality by asking all abouts;
Hitting my level of tolerance and scrap it to the core,
Questioning my worth to fill in your extra efforts–for every freaking chore.Oh, I loved you so much to confide you with my insecurities, and what you did with it? Used them against me, tricking my weakness to my arrogancy.
Baby, let me tell you the answer to your questions,
You ask me why I behave the way I did, ever,
Cause there was a time when I used to listen to your every word,
When you yelled like a madman on me. But, now I'm hollow like a woodpecker's nest;
When I hear your voice,
I can only think about the woodpecker feasting on the trees like...
Tuck!
Tuck!
Tuck!!
Tuck!!
Tuck!!!
Tuck!!!
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My Midnight Diary
PoetryA Poem Book.. Pure first hand feelings. Feelings which are dark but trusted Emotions which can't be expressed, Hiding is hurting and morose is what I get. If you too experience this sh*t in your life, you can definetely enjoy this poems. CAUTION...