No one knows her real name,
All I know is that she's a hurricane.
She can play you like a video game,
Or end you up being wrapped in a cellophane.
I swear she can be inhumane
And run you over with a train.
She can eat you like morsel grain,
Mixed with multiple blood stain.
She has a strong aim,
But she always can abstain.
She does have an undetected fame,
Because she burnt all the proofs in flames.
Anyways no one can blame,
Because she has a Brain.
She gets away with the life game,
Just like a tourist on the plane.
You might think that this is lame,
But wait till you see the same.
I swear she's a hurricane.
And she can burn you down in flames.
-Nikolina K.
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Myriad (Poem Book)
PoetryA bunch of slow updated Poetry by a fresher related to things like love, hatred nature and betrayal. Read if you want to ! All Rights Reserved. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa. Coverpage by Nikolina Kokasa. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa.
