In every glass that I gave,
Some hand grips loosed,
They tried to lift it from its watery grave,
As wine runs over; their foot tossed,
Everyone's eyes looks at the mess,
And the owner felt distress.
A traumatic scene,
Left a difficult memory to clean,
As they whisper cold air,
I hear words that I cannot unhear,
Time passed by; as I hold the same shield,
The rust of the broken trust will never be healed.
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A Star Gleam In My Heart
PoetryA star gleam in my heart as I became a poet, through writing as the same time expressing my feelings I began to publish more poems. This is a Poetry Collection. "You will witness the improvement of my writing." Book Cover by: Miss Lizzy
