Breaking Her Rules

No agony is greater than the yoke
Men fastened round my love
Her lines they bounded with metres
Her flow they have blocked with patterns and rhymes
Her end they constrain with rules
I crave the freedom to paint her as I deem fit
She’s born of my thoughts and feelings
Sorrow would be less so
If there were rules to grieving
I’m breaking her rules

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One thought on “Breaking Her Rules

  1. Rules are sometimes meant to be broken .
    Though hard and difficult decisions to take
    But rules creat policies, policies birth principles
    Priciples creat boundaries that breed disagreement leading to war.

    Let love have it way, cause it breaks the the toughest trait of rules

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