…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of love
Where the curls of your hair will walk away from me,
And still, respond with a wink.
Where dashing for the doorknob
Was just a way you expressed anger and disgust—
It wasn’t.
At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,
Or probably said over lunch,
But it came with a beep—
A text laced with thorny swords—
A text as deadly as a serpent’s venom—
A text, midget-like, but full of pain.
It whispered it’s over,
For another sits on the heart’s throne.
At that moment…
I’m still lost in between dawns
©TurksonQuills, 2021.
TurksonQuills 
It is a very nice heartbroken piece, I really love.
The choice of word in it it’s very beautiful,cheers.💚
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