She
Is turned
Emotionally defunct
Smouldering
That
She lost her chastity!
Evil hands
Of a devil
Robbed
Her all dreams
And returned
Myriad wounds to her soul
Scratches on her body
Will fly soon
But;
Marks on her soul
Will last forever
To remind her
Lost purity...
Mirror!
Her best friend
Now
Irritates her
Why? ? ? ?
He made me dirty?
She cries...
Her pinions are crushed
Mercilessly
She
Is now
A gracian urn!
Carries nothing but ashes...
plz dont write such heart rending poems........always go for love.....vivacity....revel........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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