The Melody
The melody in spyche
Is a silent symphony of hate
Cold sensation from
The cupid's arrow piercing.
It's not love I'm dancing to
Just dancing in the dust.
So lone behind closed doors.
In a desert of emotion and dunes,
Dunes of displeasure
Scorpions that sting and hurt
Bitter memory of her maze
Cursing the word love
Devoid of affection and
Caressing, the sound seize.
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2020
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