Unwise, she was.

Skinny face
Sharp collarbones
Boned waist
And tan legs

Messy hair
Smeared kohl
Silver nose stud
And broad chapped lips 

This is what she was
Misplaced
Tense
And, nasty

Never, she desired 
To be appealing 
All she ever wished 
Was to be

The melancholia
Causing him hate every part of him
 The madness
Making him adore imperfect existence of hers

A haze
Causing light trance to him
A sweet venom 
Slowly poisoning him to death

Everything
That made him a man
Everything
That existed in him

 

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2 comments

  1. zaintaufique · April 27, 2015

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