Poem: Misdemeanour Bie

Quitting doesn’t mean I’ve surrendered
From those corrupted radicals

Getting closer to you my ambition
No misery – all about voluntarily
Spilling Americano on your face

Strumming guitar by the Bay
Mistaken a fret for ukulele
Colour blind or product of illiteracy –
Do we ever care?

I stopped crying even in darkness
Pain – still
But there’s a limit, to life
More than salty tears to hang on

I speak my mind
Bullets with no eyes
Shooting like raining arrows
Make a wish, my darling
Next victim for dear Valentino Cupid –

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