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THE UNSUNG SONG

Poetry By: Arabella Cynthia
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Have you ever thought of giving up?
Have you ever thought of how many time have you wasted with all the wrong ones?
And how you wished you could undo them all and starts painting a new life instead?
This is my voice.
The one I suppressed, the one I kept bottled up in my heart
Slowly it reached my heart and here goes,
My unsung song.


Submitted:Jun 6, 2014    Reads: 10    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


The glare of the mirror

Makes it hard for me to sneak,

As I stare I see nothing but my sleek

I treasured me

Though I hunted for your soul

The light slipped into the dark

Darkness that sharpened

Stabbed me with the

poisoned dagger

Dragged me down

Made me gave up

Drenched my will

Of digging for a man's love

You

Killed my passion

You

Buried my shine

You

Cracked the mirror

You

Glimpsed the horror

I now believe in no man

Unless the ones chained by the red

Though my heart

Yearns for the serene

To be in your embrace

The touch that would melt the ice

The warmth that caress the flame

The tingle that shivers the soul

The quench for the thirst

But my conscience

Deceived the rotting rage

Of a man's love

Of your love

For they won't love

Red is all it speaks

I now stand

With my back turned from you

I set my eyes on the parlour and I whispered

Slow

Repeatedly

Deep

That now

Red is all that matters.





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