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Play with my emotion,
Spiced up with your magic potion,
You may think am your slave,
But boy, I' m not that naive.
For every step I falter,
You inch closer to your altar,
Revenge has a new name,
Committing to it gives me no shame.
You dared to touch my wound,
Guaranteeing that you will be doomed,
Time has changed, it's my clock now,
You still have a chance, but I won't say how.
This Poem is shared with Three Word Wednesday and the Words are Emotion, Falter, Touch.
Play with my emotion,
Spiced up with your magic potion,
You may think am your slave,
But boy, I' m not that naive.
For every step I falter,
You inch closer to your altar,
Revenge has a new name,
Committing to it gives me no shame.
You dared to touch my wound,
Guaranteeing that you will be doomed,
Time has changed, it's my clock now,
You still have a chance, but I won't say how.
This Poem is shared with Three Word Wednesday and the Words are Emotion, Falter, Touch.
This sound a bit Gothic to me, but there is a mystic feeling as well! This poetry is something different!
ReplyDeleteJust tried something different for once :-)
Deletewicked wicked and again wicked ..love this woven tale
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your comment woven with my tale :-)
DeleteOh me there is something dark here....well written ...enjoyed....
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreeja ... just tried to explore the darker side ;-)
DeleteIt's a devilishly interesting poem. ;)
ReplyDeleteThank You Sui :-)
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