Destiny seems to be a virtue
Love cries out to dawn miseries
but agony doesn't come from within a shady day
Better is the night when day doesn't fall
Harmony is the cry of grace and symphony when hurting seems to be a reason.
When I opened my eyes,
I realized you were stinging my wound by applying and smudging salt on my open cut
my flesh cries blood as tears of pain.
Take shelter!
they said
I humbly asked them to keep far away from my heart as possible
You're so dangerous, when you'd approach
and come closer, I'd near my date to explode.
Because you're just two steps away
from sprinking imminence on this grenade of mine.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
