He cut his hair today,
Like it was that day,
That he kissed her.
And I just sat there,
Staring at their embrace.
My heart in my hand,
Squeezed tight.
The blood pouring on my lap.
Baby, you've never kissed me that way.
This feeling, I can't explain.
Because it's new to me.
Before her, I thought it was just a phase.
It's really my fault.
I should've told you how I felt.
Now I sit here, all alone, writing these songs of hate.
I wrote this a few days ago and I wasn't sure about publishing it. It's kind of crappy but... at the same time I kind of like it 🤷🏻♀️. Anyway not every poem I write has to be perfect right?
Guys... I'm getting kind of demotivated here. I hate asking this of you but could you please share this book? 🥺
No dedication on this one.
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Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
PoezjaSomewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
