With open eyes she wailed
Brackened feathers in polished nail
Soon broke hell
The pounding of life made her frail
Previous advices ring many bells
Immediate lies derailed
Cold words laddened in sweets of butter
Vengeful regret choked words she could utter
The butters stink of gutter
Sweet fantasies no longer bother
To smile when she sees her lover brother
With open eyes, red shook the shudder
I've spoken million silences over her mission
In anger and submission
Silence over commotion
Truths over pontification
We learn in mistakes from exacerbation
The experiences reminds the action
Will it change us? Would it hurt us?
Brackened feathers of polished tears
Silence became the fear
It's too late to regret
You broke our heart
What do we have to debate?
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