Her legs shivered
Her heart raced
She bit her lips
She bit her nails
She shivered
She knew the answer
She was asked a question
She shivered again,
As she had to answer
A body by the lake,
Was never seen and it was very late
Frozen to death,
With lots of regrets
She shivered
She tried to fetch for an answer in her mind,
An answer that could save her
She couldn't find it,
Cause "Yes" was always the answer
She was never there
A soul that disappeared
Body built from clay with no insides
She was told to give up
She was told to give in
But little do they know,
"Yes" was never the answer for a psychopathic mind
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Poetics
PoetryPoetry. The hidden art behind its words, The expression, the emotions and the feelings. The beauty that lies inside its lines, and the deepness that lies within it; takes us to another reality, one that lies upon mysteries and wonders. Poetry, a b...
