a smile that was diminished,
a love that punished,
an agony of my heart is still somewhere alive.
Experience makes us learn,
learn the lessons of life.
again i tell myself
its not the time to go for a ride.
Impulsive as i was, hopped to a wrong path,
kept going until i realized.
ran through the bushes, got tripped , got scratches
left my blood drops here and there,
and saw myself going nowhere...
1 comment:
finally a poem with more emphasis on a complex meter than it's rhyming words. shows that you're maturing as a creator. Keep it up!
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