Joker lost the quinn
She was innocent and naive
And Named harley quinn
She was a amour mannequin
Taking every scar to her face
Alas she was a product , he create
It's scary how love turn sane , insanely
I do cry how joker lost the quinn
We find those joker imprints everywhere
Manipulating our will here and there
Tempting us with the crown of queen
But making joker's amour quinn
- fuye
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Umbrella Of Poems
PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
