I wrote these words to tell all my secrets about you. I told you not to exhort, appreciate nor pity too, but I hope you’ll read and take a heed; to all these words though, it seemed absurd. Do not despise these were all not lies; perhaps, for you it’s petty but for me it’s all a remedy.
Only in my poetry I could tell how much I need you. And it won’t easy to say, but this is my only way . O’ Please let me not forget you be insipid and undesired too; albeit,I’d still be forlorn for my being Lovelorn. You are the girl that I’m hoping for these were the words to my prayers I had implored. ‘Cause your love is all I want to see you is feeling exultant.
With the love beckoning I wrote all my feelings, Well I hope one day you’ll see every word that has been written in here. Sorry! for I have no strength telling the truth and all, but I can’t. But I always wanna be with you. Hoping someday will be true. Holding your hands and making you dance, embracing your heart so that we will never be apart And Only in my poetry I could say “I Love You” That’s Forever and always be.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain