Wrap me around thy throat,
like a winter-muffler, the warm wool;
blanket of your eyes.
The night shall pass by the roadside,
thoughts of the distance
wheeling the carts of my needs.
.
Butterflies unseen, those were
feeding off the jars full of candy floss
eyes panned with kindness-smile.
My skin spoke in glee;
little of your wild spree
day and night I lay;
among, who knew what, would me stones you would dent me with.
Little did I know,
the muffler of this winter
shall be the noose of the next;
suffocating me;
akin to a stranglehold.
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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...
