I was always dancing and playing,you tried to cut my wings.
We're supposed to meet every morning dawns,like promising rings.
You were my world,I was just your another fling.
Let me write one great poem and I'll forgive you my darling.
You lead me on and wasted my times.
Nearly 4 years,for precise.
We were never lovers,
so I compare my life to tragic song covers.
After everything,you left me with a broken heart.
Feels like you tore me with a chisel and I fall apart.
Every song that I listen to,every scenes in movies that I watch,
reminds me of you,its like they match.
Spot the love-bite,your shoulder there's a scratch.
Its ok to cry your soul out for someone you don't love anymore,
still I feel like a total whore.
Wanting you back is like a hope,
as abstract as a kaleidoscope.
I still see that kind of dream in my sleep,
even though I moved on quite a deep.
I hoped to see with you the 4th of July fireworks.
You are the reason of all my poems and artworks.
-13.12.21
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
