Provoke
The slight wave of your hand, my disaster-stricken land
The shredded pieces of my best laid plans
Embraced me like a falling sunset, and all my remains
A was to my could'ves, a not to my cansMysterious was the night, reflected in your unmet eyes
Unfulfilled heart-like constellations in those skies
The flashing of a lighting strike, in your slightest smile
Provoked emotions of want, was the thunder following in my mind
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Scarred Pages
PoetryBarren lands of heartbreaks, inscribed with words like wounds and painted with emotions like bruises, depicts the heart of a Poetess. Scarred pages can be conceptualised as those unaddressed letters buried under dust in a drawer, written solely to t...