She was a wrong cord of guitar in between a concert
She was the force of friction, wrecking my machinery
She was a mud puddle when I saw her as a perfume
She was a childhood trauma in the skin of a memory
Knew all my secrets that nobody had the access to
Used them as a weapon, pointing the trigger at me
Always hidden behind the coat of her wicked smile
She attacked the places even surgeries couldn't fix
She was a chocolate pastry in the form of diabetes
She was a temporary wound with a permanent scar
She was a cushion, ricocheting all the bullets on me
She was an evil fiend floating like an exciting bizzare
Everything she said was a lie coated with caramel
She was speeding away as if a snapshot of waves
The moment of her batting eyes was sickly sweet
But all she did was kill with them and build graves
She was a hoax, deceiving good and bringing sins
But looked so innocent, like kids in the playground
She had beautiful scales, piercing my skin in secrecy
If she was known as life, I felt better to get drowned
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞? 𓍯𓂃
Poetry"Will You Remember Me?" is a strong sensational collection of verses delving into loss and longing of a lover. Through lyrical exploration, it travels through the complexities of memory, nostalgia, and the passage of time. Each poem is a heartfelt a...
