Though mistakenly but I do take
All people who sickly behave
They do prepare a fried pancake
With syrup and some rose on it
I take a bite to taste the love
And what a feeling it does give
But as soon as I scan my eyes
I find the dirt and entity
It makes me reek or choke to death
But I hold it all back with pride
They hit me with insissored spears
And I bleed to bleach my plane white shroud
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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...
