Her Mischievous Monday
Staring at the walls of impossibilities, taking notes of crashed plans
Drinking a glass of insecurities, eating a dessert of love's bitterness
Singing a song of sensational lies, dancing in a beat of dragon's eyes
Writing a novel in never existing land, watching a scene of black crow
How can you put so much effort to hide the truth?
And if you even tell her, what's the point?
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Her Days Of The Week
PoetryTo all my co-poetophile, Hi. These are my everyday-life free verse and well-cooked poems definitely serve to all. Where I let my heart speak freely & my mind's complexity creates art aesthetically. If you can relate with my metaphors then superb, sa...
