I was hired for compiling
those words they lost,
She confessed those words
And I became a secret box.
Her life was more with Tequila shots,
fixing a cold war with an mere ice box.
Tears rolled down while she yelled her pain,
I was alone who got her bailed from her fear,
controlling the mood swings she gained.
I patted on her shoulders from dusk to dawn,
she started healing, treating me
me like a joy box adorned with a velvet ribbon.
I hold her hands and helped her to move on.
She smiled and moved along with me forgetting being lone.
And one day she left my hands with her good mood on!
turning me again to a mere secret box with no ribbon.
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©JYOTIPRAVA
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IN LIFE
Poésie'IN LIFE' is a collection, which is mostly in the form of poems and phrases of wordly language. It describes all about life and the things in life, which happens to us every day!!! Hope you enjoy reading it and find it relatable with your everyday's...
