I was asked to cut my hair
short and put on a red lipstick.
I heard love confessions in the
club, everyone alive at three.
A little above my thighs,
his hands went and I forgot
all that my mum taught me.
My teacher had autumn hair,
cherry lips and broken skin.
She taught us Romeo and Juliet,
falling out of love every second.
The classroom floor was drowing
under tears and rotten whiskey.
The boy in the canteen, was like a fire -
the heat of a million dandelions burning.
He always had a diary, notes of his
father and pictures of music.
Everyone says, he has dyslexia.
But, no ever said he had insomnia too.
They all said, I was broken too;
A serpent of false nectar.
I was the fire of my mother's funeral.
Took the scissor so far in, close to my heart.
They all called me a curse
but all I ever tried to do was nurse.
~Sampurna
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Poezja♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
