A Whore [unrhymed Poetenry: Poems Of Ten Lines] Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
A Whore [unrhymed Poetenry: Poems Of Ten Lines]
Naive like an angel I thought of her,
In truth a filthy whore she is,
I loved her but she pretended to love me,
All she sucked from me was money!
Love soothed me,
Money soothed her,
It was too late,
When she left her skin as a snake!
A leech in the human form she is,
And this is all I have to tell.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lady
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