words bleed
from wounded parchment
dripping on the marble
in perfect dewy drops
and they flow
intoxicating me
like how your wine flows
and intoxicates you
you can't focus on your riffs then
i can't either
i don't comprehend
your allegro and adagio shiti am too spellbounded by my words
and lines
and stanzasbut i drop aside my stanzas
and walk over to you
and wait
patiently
like a lovelorn maiden
but you never look at me
even when i wait the night away
trying to understand you
but all these years
you never tried
you never waited
so you never understoodyou were too spellbounded by your chords
and beats
and rhythms
YOU ARE READING
MELLIFLUOUS
Poetry** A poetry collection ** Best Ranking : #1 in Poetry -- 21/06/2022