My choice was a beautiful one
He was the finest art ever spun
He was a drop of melody in my tranquillity
I was a noise, there was no equality
I had dedicated all my love to him
He thought my emotion was dim
He didn't find a single glitter in me
I saw uncountable sparkles in him
Though my choice was the best
But I was nothing compared to the rest.
-s.b
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Resonance
PoetryShe is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.
