You used to say, I
was your accident, but you smiled
in unspoken words of pain.
Did you ever make
friendship with scorpions? They
don't change their habits.
It was not matched
with tears. Now you will sleep
in my poems, and I sleep on your lips.
Now you will sleep in my poems, and I sleep on your lips..........sueprb there lover and beloved in peaceful mind though thousands of dissimilarities in habits........
You used to say, I was your accident, but you smiled...An amazing expression of this poem scribbles mind.
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I have got to read more of your poetry! This poem has an awesome bite to it. Definite; y a 10+++ and onto my fav list