You were too out of my standards but the
face as you are described as a bad guy does not matterI liked you for a tiny reason
Not because you are unkind
But the spicy arouma you had
Was difficult to understand
I have no reason at all
But I kept on liking you until I found a reason
Why I liked you for no wonder
I was avoiding eye contacts
Not to regret anything but I tremble when you are around
Where has time been ticking us around
Tying us apart
Not letting the circles run again
The circles are unweavering
No handles to stop
I kept on holding
When you let go of my hands
The face of betrayal
But I hold on
When theres no more
I kept myself on
And on
Just to tie us apart again
YOU ARE READING
deadly flower
Poetrya wild pieces of thought will run through a thousands of questions no answers but a clever way of understanding -poetry