Collecting admirers is an ancient passing time,
She felt partial to this practice.
Being lovable, pretty and not especially kind,
It wasn’t that hard to gain the right address.
The game was exquisite.
They fell to her feet. She’s an impeccable actress.
It took only a simple belief,
That whatever it is – it’s not ending on mattress.
She danced through life,
Keeping her souvenirs between cheesy lines.
Effectively ditching tedious strife,
Throwing a smile and lamest “goodbyes”.
Lies – lies. Lies -lies.
Frigid heart and fickle mind.
It wasn’t a big surprise
that no one was crying when her love has died.
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Karma returns.. I am recalling the newtons law.. U have put the karma very simple. How on earth you guys write poems so wonderful? I suck in this art.. But i can sync with the poem.. Brilliant produce!
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Gosh, you’ll make me blush. Thank you for the sweet words, dear. And if you wish to write a poem, I think you should.
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I love that line “frigid heart and fickle mind.” You’re an amazing writer!❤️
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I’m glad you find my writing adorable. Thank you. It means a lot ♥
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Of course!🤗
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I nominated you for the three day quote challenge if you are interested! No harm done if you are not 🙂
https://sarishboo.com/2018/04/09/quote-challenge-day-2/
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Thank you for inviting me to join. I just finished it ❤
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Oh okay 🙂 never mind then!
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