Posted in poetry

I wonder,

I wonder,
if your tongue does get nibble at
when you forge on a trust championship
how could you shake a leg,,
with unjust trophy??
I do remember,the day i asked for a dance
you simply gave me a cold shoulder
and i got freeze
almost my teeth chattered
even in your so called fiery yearning..

©alreashaa

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The one, who is keen to bake different recipe of writing.

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