Your words poison my heart and mind. You give no thought to what you say; Solace in meaning hard to find. For that which I regret I pray. Your words poison my heart, Just as they did back then. Love was neither the start; Nor predictable end. Your words poison Everything! They are noise in…
Your words poison my heart and mind.
You give no thought to what you say;
Solace in meaning hard to find.
For that which I regret I pray.
Your words poison my heart,
Just as they did back then.
Love was neither the start;
Nor predictable end.
Your words poison
Everything!
They are noise in
My worshiping.
Your words
Sound unrefined;
The song of tuneless birds.
Your words poison my heart and mind.
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Thank you for saying Avi, I really appreciate it. Poetry for me is a chance to reflect on life; they are my interpretations of my own experience I’m glad they are relatable. 😊
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There are mainly three types of poets
1. Who pour feelings into their emotions, most can relate.
2. Who write virtual-feelings. They write smart. They write what doesn’t make sense but feels great.
3. Who do not know what they write.
I think you are 1.
My sister, she is 2 :]
So, I know they exist
I used to be 3. Now, I am 1.
Absolutely, the poetic process is as dynamic as life itself.
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