Friends-a poem

I trusted the one,
not cared much,
lost and regretted,
a pity it’s such.

She always kept me,
from head over heel,
in the fatherland;
but never let me feel.

I got a fissure,
in a flagon of finite flame,
letting you go,
was the biggest mistake.

I feel as if I’m lost,
without an end in sight,
looked behind,
but you’re no longer beside.

– Avani


4 Comments

chris jensen · April 1, 2018 at 1:02 am

interesting, however i got lost half way through..

chris jensen · April 1, 2018 at 1:58 am

born to rule…

can paint your building?

Avani.singhal · April 1, 2018 at 8:15 pm

thanks for your review

Avani.singhal · April 1, 2018 at 8:17 pm

yes

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