Jul. 28, 2017

Harbor

She cajoled me to the harbors,

I can heard the clamor from labors.

She berated me what I’ve done,

Lacerated my pride and gone. 

 

A recalcitrant boy with hollow eyes,

Lay on the grass and look up the sky.

Antipathy the rhetoric words she said,

I can wasting my tears but never felt sad.