Bruise

Posted byPoeEternalPosted inmicropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, WritingTags:, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

He’s insanely jealous of the love for my king and muse
So he does anything he can to me to bruise

Mirror mirror on your wall
Who is next set to fall

I may be a curse
But it could be worse

You are stuck with crazy her
This does bring me some pleasure

© Delia Ross. 2019

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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