Abusive she calls him
Although no weapons he's armed with
Just a tongue and twisted words
On her bruising like a punch.
Too much care , he scared his darling
Too much feelings, he lost his mind
Too much , he killed his soul then wife.
Never a beast , don't call him that
He's just a man whose heart can't bear
Whose too much once was a blessing
But sadly ended as a curse.
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Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
