:: Layla's dark beauty
Such pain from daggers molded who I am,
This agonizing feeling is too much—
Hard to bear, intense to watch, sharp to touch,
But I don't want to give a single damn.
Men, I hate how they use their eyes like cam,
To have you in their palms, spin and tight clutch—
Once captured and rolled, they'll let out a punch,
You'll be played, betrayed, like something to flam.
Beware of the misleading signs and road,
For predators hide behind the large trees,
Waiting for prey to pass by, bite the bait—
Some fell perish, only few courage showed,
Faded away, trying not to get seized,
Yet still, I fear failure... not being great.
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Cryptic Words and Hidden Letters
PoetryAn epistolary composed of unspoken letters and proses. --- Written in English. Date Started: June 08, 2022 Date Ended: December 22, 2023 I do not own any materials used in the book cover. Credits to the rightful owners.
