Who to tell
Who to trust
I breathe with no lungs
The searing tears
Pierced my face
she killed the pigeon
She put the knife in the wound
Rubbed it so deep and she bled
My breath
My lungs
Almost have given up
Can't hold alive
For so long
I had forgotten the cold
She killed the pigeon
Out of hatred and fury
All the lies of a love
So dear
Was a joke.
As she rubs it
The anger in her eyes
Fearsome and merciless
The vicious lion
Ready to disembowel
The defenceless prey
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A bad hair day?! heehee.
Hahaha! I wish!!
Sounds like it!
Descriptive, vivid, powerful are words that come to mind. Such a metaphor in the contrast of a lion to a pigeon. A pigeon like a dove brings peace to my mind. A pigeon the message carrier, was the messenger killed Great poem
Wow ! I'm truly grateful for your comment! It actually made me really happy! Thank you so so much!!
I feel the same way about the pigeon ! Also pigeon is the person that can be easily persuaded , it's the victim ! That's why it was very interesting to put it that way!
Powerful work.
Thank you very much!
Why am I not surprised .. Excellent ink my young friend .. Neville
That's very kind of you!! Thank you so much!
Great lines. Keep writing.
Thank you very much!
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