Short lives have years of experience through their own adventures; such is the perfection they have wrought in themselves. Alexander the Great and Odysseus matter not when the cold feelings like abuse of today's generation is being boiled over and o...
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Eyes close in a futile attempt To disarm your poison Slowly slithering through the hard-closed chambers of passionate confessions.
Skin breaks, emaciated for that prior feeling of hot, fervent lips clashing against each other. Regrets wash away in waves as my directionless soul gets trapped in your pupils, Stripped of sentiments.
Those journeys fade, As young broken amor blazes within your swollen cheeks.
And while every fracture your bones suffer from my blows, This heart of mine breaks Like a mirror falling Into an abyss; Unknown, false And dark and cracked.
By: Shaily.K
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Note:I didn't use commas at the end since the poem is like a continuation, and most of the lines are connected to the other.
