Bound by responsibility,
She smiles at her curse.
Looking through the window whilst sipping her chai,
I see the subtle breeze brush past her cheeks.
Flowing strands of hair and a slowly forming frown on her forehead,
She looks at me with a piercing gaze.
The intensity of the look almost burns my eyes,
As I finally realise what dwells in her cries.
Knowing her nature and well-adjusted politeness,
I inch closer, letting her feel my warmth.
A choice well-thought of, something she'd been craving for since eternity,
I give it to her, a gift in disguise.
The moments we spend, remind us of longings untold,
Unfaithful kisses, and twisted brows.
I sense fulfilment, as does she,
And we depart from this embrace as our tears bid each other goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
شِعرA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
