Killed the human in her,
Taught her love was nothing,
But one of life’s cruel jokes;
Dazzled and soaked by beauty,
What a wonderful lie.
How would you know,
The risk involved to show;
If it were you that’d fallen,
Half as hard,
A fatal weapon;
May carelessly backfire.
No soul to nourish,
Just a frozen heart;
Beating before your ruthless mind,
Trying so hard,
To thaw the endured,
that no salt could.
I just realized it doesn’t make much sense but I had this sudden urge and inspiration for poetry in the middle of math class.
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Thank you 🙂
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.. looking forward to many postings ma’am, in time ..
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Sure thing 🙂
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I think it does make sense and I like it.
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That’s definitely new. Thank you 🙂
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