When I look into your eyes,
You scrutinize,
Every gaze we held intensifies,
The more I stare I'm scared,
What you dare to say I don't care,
I'm done with you and enough is enough,
Coz I don't like anymore to be your other gal,
Who waits forever to be your baby doll,
Who sit and wait to plead for love,
For a borrowed love in a borrowed time,
Is as bitter as a harrowing wine,
I cheered for us while spilling your glass,
I bet she's way better than my class,
Paramour, I might be,
But you'll feel sorry you'll see,
‘Find your place,’ you said to me,
And I said,
‘Well let's be honest to her shall we?’
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The Night Visitor
PoetryIn the dark recesses of the night, I heard the scribbling sound of woe and pain, Cursing its heart To leave her thoughts and leave her be, To dwell in the past for the future to repast, To rekindle once distinguished kindled fire of Passion an...
