TW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her touch was so cold
Face shaped by unique mould
Her silly demands, too, couldn't be refused, to do so, she was too bold
Melodies seemed identical to her words
Her laughing even amused the birds.
I was so mesmerized by her
Her every word was like never had been heard
I was the sole gardener
She was the glaring Flower
A flower so precious
Butterfly wasn't a worthy poet for her
But in the world of chaos, she wanted a name.
In the world of illusion, she wanted fame.
Abandoning me in the middle of the rain
Broke my illusion and taught me
Love was the pain.....
Indeed, both are the same
- VickiPen4
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PoetryMost of these poems are made by me please don't copy thank you If it's not by me, I will say, and I'll give credit Some may be triggering and I appologise Thank you for reading :)
