this sounds a bit blasphemous
but what's God compared to you?
what enchantment could touch the
ninth cloud of flushed fondness,
secret glances at your perfectly
sculpted face, mesmerised ;
however unbeknownst?
blushing
until my cheeks were buried in my palms
ashes of turmoils were laid
in yearning for the fleeting peace
that strides with your voice
sung in seraphic chorus
ethereal euphoria, i pray you :
bewilder the incessant tempest
hammering in my ribs
distract her from her destructive course
sacred one-sided romance
whisper your will —
"nowadays, people do anything
to get a taste of heaven,
don't they?"
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her musings - poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i write to understand myself more and relief my ever-evolving emotions on love, loss, yearning, my passions and my connections with other humans.
