Sorry, sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
We messed up with you for some months alright
Without asking for your permission
But we are apologizing, aren't we?
Your body sports shades of red and blue
Allow us to cover it with makeup
Must try to make things right, mustn't we?
We should let you live pretty little angel,
So that when you drench in showers of pity
Our sins will simply wash off, won't they?
Unfortunately you can't play tell-a-tale
So, cr-a-ck, goes your brittle little skull
I never really wished you any harm, did I?
Sorry, sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
_Vineha Tatkar
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The Quest
Poetry//Dare// Today, I dare to step out of my comfort zone. I dare to test my limits. I dare to exceed my own expectations. I dare to question the boundaries I set for myself. Doing so, I embark on a quest The quest, which I hope, to complete. This book...
