Desolate and gloom
Is what I have been feeling for a while
The rhythm of the clock, ticking
Making me shiver down the aisle
I want to breakfree, oh I want to
Would you let me be, my love!
I want to yell, I want to run,
I want to fly and spread wings, like that dove
I wish to climb the mountains
I am writhing in desperation,
There is a voice crying inside me,
Calling for that beautiful liberation.
Would you let me go and free me
And not hold me down my love!
Would you let me rise, and shine high
And bask in the freedom I so deserve!
But it's all a wish, a mere wish
a never ending desire,
It's all a dream, an illusory dream,
That i can only aspire.
Desolate and gloom,
Is what I have inside, I feel
The time is ticking off, running out,
Before I live and break the seal...
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My lazy heart sometimes likes to strew words into rhythmic cadence. Someone told me to share, so I did. Hopefully you would like it. Do tell me and share your opinions.
Age daalu, ya chod du bata dena..
❤❤.
Sanu
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The rhythm of the soul
Poetrywhen the time stops and my mind doesn't know what to brew I sit alone, somewhere in the dark and look for my soul to unscrew I peel inside that cavern and take the words out strew them into a garland and let me set out I hope my words are enough to...
