A smile
that was clean
lustrous, and desired
No one thought
that change
would hit upon
One's ire
It hurts
The pain she wallows
There is no understanding
Lossless hallow
Peaceful burden
Depth of depression
It seems artificial
So naive
And unforbidden
The hatred that conspired
It is not of haught
I have lost
A painless thought
Expiating a tale
of a woman
whose gale
I couldn't expiate.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
A smile
that was clean
lustrous, and desired
No one thought
that change
would hit upon
One's ire
It hurts
The pain she wallows
There is no understanding
Lossless hallow
Peaceful burden
Depth of depression
It seems artificial
So naive
And unforbidden
The hatred that conspired
It is not of haught
I have lost
A painless thought
Expiating a tale
of a woman
whose gale
I couldn't expiate.
