My dear Lovely, you’re so silent Tho I can hear your sentiment As the moon rises on your eyes Mind soon to be covered with lies
Coffee was not your cup of tea But you sipped just to make him glee Thinking that he was worth a try But later on he said goodbye
You don’t own his lips anymore Just please don’t ever shut the door We once lived in desolation We’re all victims of frustration
My dear Lovely, you’re so silent Your body speaks so violent Have you just thought of doing it? For in this world is full of ****.
I wrote this randomly after I read some thriller novels? I think I made this around 2016? ****! I honestly forgot. Anyway, please do comment some feedbacks about my poem. Whatchu think about it? Thank you for reading!