Tuesday, 27 December 2016

poem 115

Oh no, She died tonight.
A princess of silver screen, 
but behind the scene, 
a child who cried
 
"Why does this script 
never spell, of the hell
that my feelings tell".

And the film just made,
I saw my own happy ending,

Tho I payed a thousand times,
for a ticket to this show,
still! its never yet.... come true.

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