Her heart a miasma
of convoluted miscreant thoughts
reek oozing through every crevice
each possible cleft
Her demeanor
curtailed emotions
wrapped in the shroud
of a wrung soul
Her tears
dry on the arid countenance
with scars of lost battled
crisscrossing stories of the past
such was her stature
for her love had turned rogue
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Hmm wow!
This is dark and sad ……but you deserve an applause for articulating it so well
what a beautiful descriptive poem, loved it
Beautifully Written.
Thanks so much, Tammy
Thanks so much Sakshi. Appreciate your read
Thanks so much for your kind read
Thanks so much for reading
Pleasure is mine 🙂
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Always a pleasure
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Wow rogue love ❤
It was wonderfully written and I am liking the rogue theme. 🙂
Thanks so much for reading
Thanks so much my friend
Sad…bt u represent it so beautifully
Thanks so much for your kind read
Loved the-vivid imagery and eclectic range of vocabulary you used. It has a darker tinge to it, the last line was breathtaking… her loved has turned rogue!
Thanks so much Tanya. I really appreciate your lovely comment ❤️❤️
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Welcome much Shan! Did you tell your kids hello for me from the last time I told you to?
I sure did. And they said hello to you ❤️
Obsessed with rogue love, are we? 😀
Yes of course dear
Nice! Give them big hugs for me!!! God bless you and your sweet family always! ❤
Such is the description of the soul gone rouge..well portrayed Shanatnu.
Thanks so much, Tammy. Love and blessings to you and your family as well
Thanks for your kind read
So much welcome! 🙂 thank you so much!
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Hahaha
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