Kanishkha poem(They r all same)
Brown doe eyes
hair that rests below her shoulders
How could anyone hate someone
as sweet as her?
She looked approachable,
I thought so at least
She’s crying
crying over absolutely nothing,
crying over a situation she created.
A victim's guise, a charade
everyone falls into her crusade
She has an angel
face,
her voice serene, comforting
A sirens call to everyone,
but me, atleast
She's a menace to me, a nuisance to my time and space
she finds a way to dampen my mood by just being there.
I hate her how greece hated Helen
maybe it's a
bit unfair, since
it was never was Helens fault
And shes
friends with all my
friends
I
don't really have a choice
So I pretend I like her,
I pretend I can deal with her presence.
I pretend that she doesn't get on my nerves so much that
I
literally want to pull them out.
In the end
if I hurt her feelings
I’d be the villain and she’d be the victim
I hate her so much that
I won't let her relish the feeling
of everyone being on her side
she doesn't deserve it
The curve of her lips when she smiles,
I don't ever want to see that again
The hue in her dark brown eyes,
she tainted that color for me
All the time,
I wish I never spoke to her.
Her words used to be honey,
they still seem the same
but I take them as venom
Maybe she doesn't deserve my hatred,
maybe I’m the one holding the
gun,
not her.
either way, it doesn't matter
some
people deserve hate