The tender memories have
long been terrified and quiet under
your harsher overtones.
Smiles and giggles have hid under our pillows
that has designer covers with
many a sobs of mine carefully washed.
Artificial smiles, socialites' parties,
a theatrical performance each day,
happy photographs, innocent make ups -
All of them I have obeyed-
dutifully, gracefully, being yours, your own.
And I have seen life change
in the eyes of a pessimistic kaleidoscope
that never had a coloured glass inside.
At night, you crawl
No, NO, you happily trespass
on to the soul you legally claim
and never realize a void that exists between
You and me.
As the darkest of empathies coil up
within me on some nights,
That same vacuum takes shape of a
Unborn child that I have so dearly wished
and you have denied, on timeless times.
Oh, you have taught me to hate myself.
So tonight, before you think
you can choke me to death,
I don't want to read aloud
Yet another average verse
that bleeds and cares not ...
... because I am a woman.
Your serpentine chords of conscience
will never ever reach its roots
Where I am now.
Tonight
I will sleep in peace, deep.
SoUmY@
long been terrified and quiet under
your harsher overtones.
Smiles and giggles have hid under our pillows
that has designer covers with
many a sobs of mine carefully washed.
Artificial smiles, socialites' parties,
a theatrical performance each day,
happy photographs, innocent make ups -
All of them I have obeyed-
dutifully, gracefully, being yours, your own.
And I have seen life change
in the eyes of a pessimistic kaleidoscope
that never had a coloured glass inside.
At night, you crawl
No, NO, you happily trespass
on to the soul you legally claim
and never realize a void that exists between
You and me.
As the darkest of empathies coil up
within me on some nights,
That same vacuum takes shape of a
Unborn child that I have so dearly wished
and you have denied, on timeless times.
Oh, you have taught me to hate myself.
So tonight, before you think
you can choke me to death,
I don't want to read aloud
Yet another average verse
that bleeds and cares not ...
... because I am a woman.
Your serpentine chords of conscience
will never ever reach its roots
Where I am now.
Tonight
I will sleep in peace, deep.
SoUmY@
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