This is not the first time,
I've been broken before,
But now, this feeling is new,
What you do to me; its harder.
Than I ever thought. You make,
Marvels from malicious masks,
This obsessive need of yours,
To please everyone-never hurt.
That's killing someone else,
Someone you forget existed,
And he himself forget exists,
Everytime you meet everybody else.
You wont change, don't have to.
But I'll keep on saying this,
These warnings you reject,
Will soon be warnings for others,
And it'll be more than late then.
Yet, you act cute and caring,
Feeble much I am, fall for that,
You take gain. But a million times,
I've killed you inside, myself as well.
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Finally! As I am writing this, Void Of Morsels recently hit 1.5k reads, 230+ likes and close to 200 comments. My reaction would have been a gif. And I'll have my jaw dropped in it. You guys are awesome. And, as of this poem here, it's another rant in free verse. The speaker desperately seems to blame his crush for his own shortcomings. The speaker is me 😂.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
