When you left
You left me with roses full of torns
Emplacing wounds
And screaming mourns
These are wounds that never heal
Excruciating wounds
And replicating ones
Wounds that deepens
And wounds that kills
Thy soulless soul
And heartless heart
Ironically, I am wounded
of thy love
And of your death.
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Writings (Poems and Essays)
PoezieThis book contains poems, essays and other literary genre. I hope you enjoy reading my works!
