Dolorous Damsel

by Hanna Grace
                     I am just a damsel with a dunce heart;
                    Exploited for being a mania to a bat  shit.
                        I don't know why he did this,
                    Am I that hideous to be frisked?

                    I don’t know why I loved him more;
                      Even if he mortified me furthermore.
                                Stupidity is not a sports,
                        But why do I have to be vigorous?


                              A bucket of tears that drip,
                          But still he is not there to wipe
                          Nor embrace me with his wide arms.
                          I can’t imagine myself looking like an ass!!


                                   I found myself a philophobic,
                                 Do I need to be more pathetic?
                               You don’t deserve to me, verily
                        I don’t know what potion you gave to me.


                       Yes, I am damsel who have a deep affection.
                      To a philanderer sea dog who can’t see my emotion.
                           Hoping you were satisfied what you made,
                            Because I am thankful what you did.

Let others and the author know if you liked it

Liked it alot?

Similar posts

The Estranged Lover

The Estranged Lover

by Lea Ebio

I look into your eyes and feel a shame...

Dear You ^_^

Dear You ^_^
by joe03lyn22

A blatant silence in my mind that only the wind can devour and discern its meaning.

Identity Theft

Identity Theft
by Kazue Tsubasa

Your identity is stolen. Your familes, friends and even your lover doesn't know you and instead accepts the fake 'you' as you. In a world where your existence is nothing and you're no longer you, that is my fear

An Orphan Child

An Orphan Child
by Manoj Barman

She born to laugh, she born to play
She born to dance, she born to shine like a ray
She will fly to the sky, if she can...

The Crescent Night

The Crescent Night
by Akanksha Chowdhury

The Moon has always fascinated me. Every night, in spite of the chill, I venture through the tranquil dark and take delight under the beautiful Moon which itself has always provided me with solace. This is a dedication in return of the joy granted!

The Tides of life

The Tides of life
by YorkGewatter

How rough are the tides of life?
and where do they take you?
...