She thinks of the time, her heart fell for him.
Her mind filled with chaos, her expression: grim.
She didn't know if it was love. Or just her confusion.
Was it her affection? Or just another self delusion.
She felt lonely, lonely with the sense of desiderium.
She thinks of the time, her heart fell out of love.
Maybe it wasn't love, she knew it wasn't love.
As love doesn't hurt you at your worst.
Maybe it was just meant to be cursed.
A cursed love which gave nothing but, desiderium.
She caged her soul in the shadow of herself.
Hiding in the depth of the ocean within herself.
Not one could get closer to the treasures inside.
Was she afraid of letting anyone close to her side?
Like a caged bird, she felt nothing but a sense of desiderium.
She hid her tears from the hundreds of viewers.
And sung her song despite all the rumors.
She wasn't lonely and without love.
She slowly realized, she just needed a shove.
Like a free soul, she felt no need to stay in desiderium.
I came in her life like the cool summers breeze,
But why is that I always freeze?
Why is that I fail to say a thing?
Why can't I tell her that she's my spring?
Like a silent wanderer, I live in her desiderium.
YOU ARE READING
The Path Of The Moon
Thơ caA collection of poetries I've written in the past few years, and the ones I'll write in the future as well. it's a magical journey which has emotional, romantic, sorrow, and tragedy everything within itself. I hope you like it.
