Poem – Friends

Eyes pierced with arrows, blurry glare
it’s love, it’s amor, don’t ever dare
Fingertips that guide you through
bloody tears, beloved but crewl
Sweet lies crushing tiny ears
but fingertips, my beloved friends.


[ ‘Fingertips’ (word) feels so disturbing, but that’s why I like that poem ]

  • Friends are important to guide you, when love made you blind
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