Thursday, 10 July 2014

Poem: Duchess of sacarsm

Duchess of sacarsm

Standing and staring sneerly
As the wind adores are purplr gown
She discuss about what I had completed
And observes so meticulously

At 1st she seemed engrossed
But later broke my strewn heart
As words flutter from her mouth
Like that of a swam of bees

She bamboozle me with words
That sounded amusing
But deep down my soul
They where hurtful like a stab

Is hould have snooped
And liSten to the voice of the nervous
But my eager ears where to deaf
Like that of a mad dog!!!

by dotun

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