I did it my way, until I withdrew,
Wires cut, I belonged to you,
Blindfolded, as I bare my soul to whom,
Message received, handwritten who knew.
Glass shattered, as I sleepwalk barefoot,
Hypnotised, bloodsoaked vendetta followed suit,
Happiness, severing meticulously sewn through,
The Glasgow smile carved out by you.
Copyright © 2024 by Antonia Dale

This is dark and raw…
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As they say, ‘where there is darkness, there is light’😃🤍
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Indeed there is…
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This is beautiful. 🩷
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Aw thankyouu!🤍
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Love this
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Aww so glad that you do, thankyouu!🤍
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Excellently crafted poem in the dark macabre gothic and Film Noir style.
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Aw so glad you enjoyed it, thankyouu!🤍
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