Smeared on the walls;
So much misery
you asked me to look away
uneasy, unfiltered
to the smoke of despair
you asked me to run away.
.
Forgive me,
I failed to.
Stabbed on the chest;
littered thorns on your crest.
You were the king of me;
I were a mere servant to life.
.
You took away my all;
Still did I bless your head
All you ever wanted
Was me for myself;
Shivering among the ruins
all I ever wanted was;
To build them a home.
LOKI
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
