My Miss Ripley
The girl who had lots of identity
She tricked me in her spell
That I can't get over on her so well.
She's once my lover
That turn into a murderer
She hurt me and smash
And broke me so harsh.
My bestfriends told me
That I have to set her free
Because she have a lots of identity
And she's just making me fool in her own gravity.
So I try to ask her
To know what is the truth behind her.
But she got mad so fast
And make a full blast.
I did not listen of what they said
Even if they keep telling me and lend.
As what is the saying said:
Regret is in the end.
I thought she's the one
But look what she have done.
She torn me into two
And make me feeling blue.
She used to be my Miss Ripley
That plays my heart foolishly.
A girl that used lot's of name
And loves to play a real flame.
♔MariaAzyle
BINABASA MO ANG
My Miss Ripley & Other Poems
PoetryLife is a full of mystery. Be careful to the Ripley.
