January 19, 2008 at 8:13 am (Love, Opinion, Poetry, thoughts)
Tags: Does it make sense?
I wish I could get away with the stories I heard,
It is playing all over my head like a broken record
I am always reminded
I am always reprimanded
With the thoughts of cruelty
Tragic Love Story of my friend
I wish I could obliterate these abstractions from my head.
I wish I could vanish and just play dead
But how I wish badly is not to experience this.
This sinistered romance that sabotaged my friend’s soul.
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January 19, 2008 at 7:39 am (Love, Poetry, thoughts)
You stunned me with your voluptuous smile
You amused me with that look in your eyes
You showed your wings but you didn’t fly
Instead you chose to stay and stand by
Caressed me with your touch
Showered me with your infinite fondness
Indulged me with those saccharine words
But you left me with a Mark On My Heart.
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