RUE OF YELLOW IMPEACHMENT
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I prayed to God we shouldn't cross paths,
After you abandoned me to sink in a blood bath.
I've often wondered how it would feel
to see you in the aftermath, but not with her...
I imagined it aches, but your face seems blurry.
The love had ended, but its cause remained a mystery.
Did you truly lose respect and become heartless?
But why is this directed at me? I attest...
Why can't you be more honest?
about the feeling you suppressed.
Instead of leaving me in the mist, I feel betrayed.
I moved on, but the poetry remained outraged.
I'm sure that you got the peace you sought,
with the girl you said I ought not to worry about.
You never apologized and repented for taking my sanity,
But I cannot blame the man who is robbed of love from his mommy.
Spears in your lips and deceit in my being, persist in gushing.
The impeachment has seized my sage; such a rue ending.
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METAMORPHOSIS: WORDS BENEATH HER MATTRESS
PoetryHer upward trajectory in her buried words.