You come and fade away like an eerie shadow.
Two white owls and crickets stayed all night in my meadow
while I was cutting papers on the bloodstained wooden floor.
You tore me up, said it was just a little more.
Don't you say sorry for breaking what's been broken.
Most of the time in years of my life, I am mistaken.
Loving the ripped cardigan you gave me at once,
I amended you sinner that has become extravagant.
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Eerie Shadow
PoetryA series of poems written with the words coming from the bottom of the heart of the writer while being bored in quarantine.
