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Bohemian Feb 2019
Much than the stars infatuate at nights
Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top
We bereave the nights
Instead we sneak peak under the sun
There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles
I trail ,fall and then fail
Äŧül Oct 2016
Your eyes are very unfaithful,
A swindling ******* you are.
You bereft me of all that light,
A dwingling light you were..
Youth had enticed me closer,
A cheating partner stabs me...
HP Poem #1185
©Atul Kaushal
takitak Apr 2016
I mourn the death
that was never alive

I grieve its first breath
it never took

I lament the days
never spent

Bereaved is someone
that was never loved
how can we miss something we never knew?

— The End —