Empty is what he was.
Flabbergasted is what she became.
He had everything.
She had absolutely nothing.
But was filled with liveliness and a loving heart.
🥀
She tried shaking him out of his mere.
But he was contrarious and oblivious,
Soon twisting devious.
Oh, it was twisted
Disdain instead of love
After an approach,
always came a shove
🥀
He started making her
bleed with his words.
Always pulling them out
in the open, up his throat.
They were cutting through
a knife down her heart.
Distorting her thoughts
and her lively body-shape.
Everyday and every morning was a doom and a perpetual gloom.
Her face became wan;
From worse to worst
within a week.
She was losing her mystique...
🥀
Because of her faux
curiousity and continuity,
She was dying.
Because of him,
a spiritual soul gave out.
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A/N:
Hey guys, I hope you like this piece. It's one of my favorite. It's not about me though. And I hate to have anyone be treated that way. I'll be posting soon some more.
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
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