I wore your words
Around my neck.
I wore your touch
On my body.
I wore your promises
As a shield against the world.
You took back your words
Smudged your touches
broke your promises.
And I am standing here alone, naked
facing you once again.
Jilt and jerks in Love are favorite theme of Poets…and you’ve made it glorious… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It reminds me of the old Beatles song....beautiful....you are a born poet.