STORYMIRROR

JYOTI ARORA

Drama Others

3  

JYOTI ARORA

Drama Others

Poison(ed)

Poison(ed)

1 min
245


Every night softly cry

Eat an apple, hope to die

You've left me here, so red and flushed

I'm waiting for you, but feel rushed


The bleeding heart slips from my grasp

Run to catch it in a dash

But only you can break its fall

And as it hits, I slowly crawl


To you.

Adieu.

Goodbye,

Sweet lie.



Rate this content
Log in

Similar english poem from Drama