Sometimes
I knew the difference
Of letting you go out
In worldly pleasure.
It's been a tough battle
To disappear my own self in your loving vision
It would be okay
If I let it to settle the disputes
Shrivelling on my own way
While holding the hue
This races, where I belong
Is my own success and trials
I can't force it to anybody
To resolve and have satisfactions.
In this belligerent world of hopes
I want someone to stay loyal with it's attire
Of merciless
Of waking me from the dues of hope
To be extravagant in the form of snow
Like a forest alarming the resources
To be soft with it's inherent whispers
Talking with a soft tone as an icy cold
In the warmth of progress
I want to breathe in the open mid air
Just be there for me as an Open Staircase.
Some ways glides the hesitant resistance
And are brought by with the cheerful lives
Update it and test it
You would engulf an serene notion
You would enjoy with the mesmerized glances of protocols
And with every steps your eyes would be loved
With every action
With every definition
With every things it states
Till the mesmerizing beauty of echoing voice
Of your inner self
Hiding the negatives inside
I would have been, to roar around the paths
Which made me weak and benevolent
Let me gasp till it be swayed
Let me hear from the back of my own shade.
Half the ways are burns with the marks of battlefield
Still relying on it solely, slowly it would be affected by cherishing the works, the paths had eventually speak
Would it be better to console the rest of the auspicious way ?
Or make it enlightened by forming a clear hues of ray !!
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoesíaIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
