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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

poetry and memories

poetry and memories

Truth in her lies
Pain in her eyes
My conscious faded
There is no place to hide
She came like “June “
Drew poetry from my lips
My heart melted
Unpredicted was the kiss
Roses she loved
With thrones she was covered
My memories burning
A “reality discovered”
In darkness she lived
Those lines on her face
My words unspoken
It’s hard to clean up the mess
Unforgiven and suffered
Her body kept turning in grave
My dreams betrayed me
Hallowed be thy name

poetry is an art , artist seeks the pain.... 

 

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