Wednesday, 23 January 2019

Broken

Behind her rose red lips,
Hidden is a secrets of chest.
Veiled with softness and gentleness,
Mystery it remain behind it.

Her words so kind and dear,
Touched and always I endear.
Like a bee lost to a rose,
So am I lost into her.

While chest hidden behind her lips,
Secrets locked inside it.
Secrets that buried her lies,
Politeness that veiled her ploy.

Beats of my heart ,
Louder than its otherwise.
Juggled in between her hands,
My hearts like a ball.

The secrets in her chest ,
Is the betrayal of my heart .
Kindness in her words,
Is a deception she imposed.



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