Poem 17
Made By [BlackTearsCry]

WARNING! Some of my poems are not to be taken seriously..

One of those frivolous moments
Everyone forgets.
The upheaval sinister husband
To whom the woman on the street is married to.
The beautiful fragrant flora
Which is withering away.
A lament
Being heard in the background.
The arrogance
To whom which will never feel smug.
These consequential
Yet inconsequential things
That all become agile in the memories
To whom which will be spurned for an eternity.

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