The chains that I am tied to
The bed, I'm made to lay upon
The door, I'm never asked to cross the threshold of
The jewels that tie me from my own
The long hairs that do give me aches
The bangles, chains which choke my fame
The kohl that blur my visions, sights
And the earrings which dangle my ears
The creases on my head show stress
But none so worthy notice it
They always seek for my grins and laughs
But never will to see the tears
Wrapped in a cloth that shows my skin
Then in the ones which bluffly show
They make me a doll with saddest feels
But a makeup that make me look like a fortunate queen
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
