Sharlie Louise is a young poet from Melbourne, Australia. Louise’s verses capture the purity of love, and they remind us of how beautiful passion can be when it truly comes from the heart.
A KING’S WORD
I watched your mouth form broken vows,
until excuses had run dry,
your tongue was thick with her thrush,
I guess they’re called white lies.
While away with her you sent me flowers,
blossomed death to stem the pain,
alongside the card read “for my Queen”,
while in my queen-sized bed she lay.
YOU MARRIED MY SHADOW
I don’t want to become a wife again, if it means becoming less again.
A rose without thorns is a cat declawed.
Being your wife is potential deformed.
You only loved me when I was small.
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Photos by Alex Mari.
