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.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the