Poetry,
Poetry,
What is it really?
A love letter to her?
Or a suicide letter to him?
Is it your act of truths,
Or you list of wrongs?
Maybe, it's the thing you live for,
Or is this art your definite doom?
Is it the act of self vengeance?
Or an act of self harm?
Your saviour, your knight, or your god?
Is it your enemy, a pawn, or your very own devil?
Maybe it's your mind?
More likely than not, it will be your heart.
But what if it's your soul?
But what then,
Is your muse?
Your mother?
Your father?
Maybe a lover?
Or even your little brother?
Your sister?
Maybe a the new Mister down the road?
But I guess it is destiny that we shall never know.
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoesíaSome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M
