Unforgiven Distance
In between the range of my mirror,
I ask the woman who is beautiful as a widow.
Might not be looking for any instance,
She just wants justice and distance.
Literal as it may seem,
She knelt down and scream.
She is a tortured soul, no doubt
That's why I notice she is broken inside and out.
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The Masochist's Sideview
RandomYou cannot see my tantalizing tears when you're beside me. Collection of deep-deeps words, formed as poems.
