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Sweet smile, eyes a definite trap,

Words so pretty, you will forget all crap...

Hands of magic, hair of grace,

She was everything poets decribe in a face...

Kind gestures, brain wired different,

She was sinless but always felt the need to repent...

She wasn't present yet still everywhere,

These were tiny things, until I started to care...

If only those pretty eyes played chess,

Only then the facade would undress...

A pretty lie, that's all it is,

Calculated chaos dressed as bliss...

She has mastery, a talent taking years,

Every tact of hers suddenly fell on deaf ears...

Emotions calculated, chequered were her moves, 

But I noticed everything in her grooves...

Cracks began to form, her intentions clear,

The former emotions in me, she could no longer steer...

If only she played chess, had she known,

It was never her but me who had never shown...

🖤

~Miss Anonymous 

1 APRIL 2026

12:06 AM [IST]

WEDNESDAY 

♡POETESS'S NOTE♡

This collection will be kind on unhinged. It'll probably have messy poems, that may onky make sense to me. But again. I'll be waiting for your interpretations and different views. Surprise me folks. <333

💜💜💜Love You All💜💜💜