I Am No Poet
I deserve not to be called a poet
for a wicked witch is all that I am
casting a dark spell on my pieces
distressing every reader it finds
so if your eyes found the pages
look away for you rather not read
its poetic lines turning into verses
or else suffer the curse it conceals
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
