A new road with vague tasks.
New people with flamboyant
indefinite masks.
Three of whom I am with
at the legs.
I have to admit,
it's a bliss. . .
The head and the body,
Are the lobs of absurdity.
The place of the cruel,
cocky and selfish.
All they want is to abolish,
You and any other player
Who comes their way.
They would send you away.
And betray.
I know it sounds cliché.
But last week,
One at the body
ratted out her fiancé
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoetryTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
