Poker face
Don't poker face me like that,
When I tell you not to lean on my wall.
My house is spick-and-span.
My room is a delight-
For complimenting colours.
Colours that spruce these walls,
And fine defines these curtain falls_
To hide the stains,
Of my secrets in every inch.
So don't poker face me like that,
When I tell you not to lean on my wall.
1 comment:
Wow, the whole poem is a metaphor. Keep writing and sharing. Enjoyed reading it thoroughly.
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