Secret – Poem Of Memories
I am a dead mockingbird inside
With the chambers of my chest
Opened up for love and affection
Trying to run away from the brutality
The scars remind me of thy cruelty
They even tell me what next
I surrender in a tiddly manner for love
Just one gaze of those tiny eyes
Make me wonder, is it love or anger
I look at the scorching sunlight
It reminds me of the enchanting memories
I remember thy bullet
That hit my bosom in the middle of the night
I cried into the dark shadows
And the next day
All I did was smile, smile and smile
And keep it a secret
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