#micropoems

#micropoems1 Drowning, drowning He is drowning By choice, but at what price? Was it worth it ? Or was it another surprise? There's no such thing as "safe love" What was he expecting? A heavenly

i want to die in the arms of tomorrow 'cos papa said, in between her breasts, hides a dewy dawn which promises to moisten my withering soul with spherical droplets of hope. so, seductive suicidal rope,

She dared to trust And the page was turned Ending a chapter in her life Where she fell in love And down a rabbit hole Her innocence lost