She won't know

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you do everything for a person still it means nothing at all , at that point you give up .You let the person repent later after many years .That is what this poem portrays

Submitted: October 06, 2015

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Submitted: October 06, 2015

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What's all this fuss about 
Haven't I furnished all your dreams 
Wildest and the untouched ones 
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your  beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asphyxiate myself 
Bent on obeying all errands .

You cry rupturing my passion loaded heart 
Guess what ?I buy that shit 
Turn myself into an ATM machine .
Touring every sale at Macy's 
Stock some more of your wardrobe 
Abercrombie, Guess ,Calvin Klein,Chanel it is .

Next day frenzy switches off to other things 
Now you want new apartment ,new vicinity 
Then follows my makeover , hair and teeth 
Transforming myself to suit your beliefs 
I  Plump your spirit soaring high in the sky 
I realised I have become a slave you reign on .

Hell I am erasing all blues and grays 
At last giving way to the gyre of dilemma 
That so long had tossed my thoughts into fray 
Now no more ,let me start up my liberation 
Shackled by menaces of turmoil and dejection 

I wonder ,after a decade or so when your head greys
Someday you may trail backwards to my dynamism 
Swearing for sure to yourself, if not alone 
Flinching a bit,forcing a smile as the wind blows by the 
Ocean side , where we used to lie for hours 
And a Teardrop would come out of your eye .

 

 

 


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