chaotic chases
in my heart and at my places,
we sat across solving your cases.
when my story took skewed paces,
you stole away my kings and aces.
i have a poetic mind trapped in cages,
my silence slapped you with disgraces.
i choked my voice as you make faces,
why do you act like a viper who traces.
my fucks and foes are clean as vases.
did i try to be the last home he embraces.
i am sorry, we are not in the right races,
as all can read stormy stories a girl erases.
~chetna 🌻
Superb👍🏻
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