The book held freedom, the skies flying above me had stories.
Give the blind trust.
I and my future chanted on meeting every human.
Some played and some soaked marshmallows on it.
New human faces made me smirk evil, my innocent smile left my soul.
The real humans who trusted me, felt betrayed by me.
Trust me here; I had no fucking regrets.
A new lie and new judgement always awaits.
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All I did was vanish in my pain and hold that smile high up in air.
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(05/31/2020)
-Divya Shetty
YOU ARE READING
The Late Night Words (A Poem Book)
PoetryRemind me I am young again. Playing an old violin for you my love, Giving myself a second chance; I prepare to refill that pain to numb my happiness, While restocking my inner mess. Let me tell that erotic tale, While me and my two similar people, ...
