A Hundred & A Thousand

You screamed their names
And made your claims
Are they yours now?
All I hear are blames.

“A hundred girls,” you said.
I heard it for a thousandth time
How their eyes feasted on you
And a clap summoned their will
I heard you’ve settled for wishes
Can you dream past the blue sky?
It’s not wise to keep counting your steps
Empty threats silently echo
And the pressure rises
And depression never misses
Only if you had played nice
This bullet might have dogged a vein
This poem might have been in vain
Cause the 100 girls would forget your face.

You screamed their names
And made your claims
Are they yours now?
All I hear are blames.

Vera

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