I was your fortune,made you rich of my love,
but heart was filled with greed,
so never I was so enough,
even you were my only treasure,
all to keep for infinity,
but to you, all's only a pleasure,
just a fleeting memory.
windows of rose-colored glass,
you built to hide infidelity,
when it broke, so was my trust,
I lived, losing my sanity,
it wakes the mind of helpless,
sadness filled my dawns,
something you couldn't care less,
all cuts so deep in bones.
this grip of my hand to yours,
so tight to make you stay,
but hurt was a choking force,
that had you slipping away,
and every night, this floor,
pulling down my knees to beg,
but my love pushed you to the door,
sending you to another's bed.
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shades of red (Completed)
Poetry9th Poetry Anthology Here, I delved into the kaleidoscope of love's real nature. A tapestry woven from countless threads, a collection inspired by stories I've read, experiences I've witnessed, whispers of love and heartbreak swirling through the ai...