The room is filled with an acetone odor
But it is not the nail polish remover
Lull music from the stereo is gore;
Haunting yet fine with my dainty ear
The wall is painted by alluring graffitis
Depicting the bad systems in the cities
In the corner, a painting bewitched my eyes
A portrait grabbing out her heart from the chest
Sketched with shadowed swan and house
"She was forced in marriage...even in ballet."
Mr. Ur said as he looks in the case folder
She may lose her life, but the painting is living
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Stray Poems
PoetryFeelings and thoughts are complicated. 'They' suddenly come across in your mind. Sometimes it keeps us awake at night. You want to hold those eyes close, but they keep clanging at your mind. It is like your brain is loud amidst at the silent night...
