Unveil the filthy red curtains of mine,
as I Recite my poems to empty theatres,
Yellow Lights and antique wooden benches,
Burnt papers and faint looking letters,
And each one of them pronounces your name,
My very last magical myths I shall reveal,
of the unspoken golden treasured shame,
Today my papers, I will unseal,
Nothing but my echo that I perceive,
certainly no cheering from a crowd,
hands on my head, as I drop to the ground,
Bleeding tears have revealed the frames of mine,
crumbling sounds from the faraway,
Precious scenery of a woman;
Who decided to stay,
Kissed my eyes,
blushed her golden hairs on my shoulders,
and said "love me as much as you loved her"
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
