Poem 17

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by KhanfarSalma

by KhanfarSalma

You beat me on my own game,

Star of the moonlight,

Holder of my heart.

Let me in the dark,

To get a glimpse of your light.

Your ice barrier is melting between my fingers,

Your eyes softer but still indecisive.

The more you kill me,

The less I'm doubtful you'll leave me.

Every crime was clean,

But I was the only one to notice the evidences.

However,

I still can't get you to be mine,

I'm the villain of your story,

But you don't know I'm the protagonist of my own.

You always accuse me of hurting you,

While I never touched a single inch of your skin,

Even though I'm aching to do so.

You're the one who's

Harming me,

Setting my heart on fire,

Making my mind all worked up.

You would slap me but I'll smile,

Because I'm the protagonist of my

Own story.