What can I say
When I'm just a memory
Of spoken words
That can never be erased..
Of people's procrastination
And the title they gave me
Defines me in all ways
And I can neither deny them
Or accept them fully
Coz I'm a shut
Begging to be free
Of touch and of predictions
Of people calling me by several names
Objectifying me
Hurting my fame..
YOU ARE READING
Far more FLAWED..
PoetryIt is a collection o poetries by Winter Rella. I hope you liked it, I tried putting my all into it. They are my true emotions. Its about love, hate, insecurity, procrastinations and social obstructions. Thank you.
