Do you know me?
Dressed in the finest silk of all the land.
And you pardon me?
What filthy things I see in your hands.
It's boorish, prudish, dirty and soaked in blood.
You!, with the hands of a murderer.
Tell me what brings you in a foul mood.
Is it because you wouldn't surrender nor accept?
That you killed someone!
Someone weak, frail and fragile.
Be punish, exiled be alone.
No, this is too innocent even cells wouldn't lock you in jail.
Alas I now know!
Kill yourself, end this but pardon me.
It's to easy for something like you so low.
We both know you can't be free.
If your secret will be known,
But you can tell me, I'm your friend.
Your sin, your fault would be kept not shared nor shown.
Still it is something I wouldn't kept until the end.
You see that someone you killed,
Was precious to me.
It was our friendship whom has died.
Someone you we're blinded to see.
Jealously struck you.
Gold, dimes, and pearls you now valued the most.
Forgotten someone you knew.
Now I lay in the ground you host.
My friend? My murderer?
Pardon me?
You saw me as a stranger.
Too blind to see and too guilt to be free.
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PoetryThese are my compilations of poems I have made about what I'm feeling in past days... May it be long or short, Will you be my escort? Through a series of love and desires? A dream that will never tire. A special set of poems for you my readers!
