Long bus rides,
Timid smiles
Mother's rage on me,
While you're here with hands clasped on mine
Cold pillows,
On our necks
Hands tangled,
Lips attached
The room is freezing,
But our bodies heating
Chests heaving,
even though your words were deceiving
I believed in thee,
when you said you love me
What happens when I'm not looking,
With yours hands typing,
Eyes glued to the screen
You miss a thought,
what you once promised
I got disappointed,
Then you would easily make me sufficed
Shut my assumptions,
By giving feast and gifts
But it doesn't end there,
Thy curiosity kills
Those deceiving sweet tricks,
won't have my trust again
The I love you's you spit,
Does it even mean anything?
because, it won't tolerate thy heart aches
I may look heartless,
for cutting thee off
But that was the best justice,
I have done for my self worth.
YOU ARE READING
her say
Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
