Jessel Jane Tevar
Jessel Jane Tevar Poems
*life Or Death
I asked him what's the best thing
to choose: life or death.
He whispered 'death'.
And so I shot him;
not because he chose another...
but because he was MY LIFE.
How Ironic life is...
I smile- but the madness of a dying soul was written on my face.
I laugh- but serene sadness was painted on my eyes.
I talk and talk but hide the secrets
till i found myself in my own silence.
Silence is pure, but silence poisons the soul.
See me now broken as you made me whole before.
How ironic love is...