Do you hate hearing my name as much as I hate hearing yours?
Bits of me dies,
slaughtering me little by little
by mouths which pronounce your name.
A parasite.
That's what you bloody are.
You've eaten me inside out,
no,I am no dine to enjoy.
Have you forgotten I have a soul darling?
I'm a season.
I change per months & you may hate that.
But darling you're worse,
you're the Antarctica,
constantly so biting cold.
You may be the PRISM
but I am the LIGHT,
your source of seven colours.
Abhorrent,is what it is.
Meeting you was a false fate,
falling for you was a curse.
YOU ARE READING
OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
