200

Bland sunset, birds in chaos
Shattered stars and moon’s away
Whining, weeping, teary eyes
Why do I feel an agony?

Easy to tear as words in paper
Learnt it hard way, will I attempt?
Would’ve fondled forever
If I knew it disrupt

They’ll strangle and burn me
It’s what they fed to
Love ain’t the felony
But, you thought I’m a witch too?

Magical 200, seems quite short
Unsent letters, unwieldy weapons.
Can I go backtrack, guess not
Star crossed lovers or Cupid’s victims?

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