How lovely were your lies.
Your sunken eyes that told me
I can grasp the Polaris
With my bare hands.
Your husky voice
That shook my peace
During some blind nights
That you let me saw the sun.
Your flamboyant touch
That caressed me with thorns
And glady sent me to my sepulcher
With your tears slipping your smile.
I cannot feel anything now
Rather than being flabbergasted
Of how your lies were like Medusa's eyes
Made my heart built your monument of proud cries.
YOU ARE READING
The Flyleaf
Puisi"Poetry is the aesthetic translation of the world's dynamism." Here is a collection of poems in random subjects. Enjoy! 💕
