Trapped In Love
You stood before me,
Smile o’ so bright,
The plate of mush you gave me,
I've always feasted at night.
A reached my hand out,
Wishing for just one word,
Yet you whisked away,
Leaving me o' so hurt.
The metal bars I rest within,
The 'love' you so called,
Yet it feels o' so cold,
Even with my burning heart.
Next time you come my way,
I beg you to stay,
As the 'friend' you so called,
I bid you again,
Farewell.
[ELSA TONG - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
Copyright © Joan Lee | Year Posted 2022
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