Dwelled, Drenched, Drowned (Poems)

prologue.

Dwelled, Drenched, Drowned;
to stay apart and unknown,
we were bound.

Drowned, Drenched, Dwelled;
to get glimpse virtually,
it was knelled.

Dwelled, Drowned, Drenched;
in each other's dreamy memories,
our heart will stay clenched.

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I was on the verge of getting dwell, before I'd refrain myself i was oh- so slowly drenched, when i realised  i was drenched- it was too late- cause that's when i drowned,

Drowned in his Cresent honey orbs, which was outlined by innocence, happiness and its absence, hatred, a distorted soul so pure and sacred.

Nothingness of the John keats' poem was me, while his eyes were
Golden honey, mine were just a pair of mud.
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Glossary:-

० Knelled :- bell ringing (mostly in funeral)
(Here) :- announced by ringing the sad bell.

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How was it though? This is going to be my first book of poems and hope you'll like it.(☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞
Thankyou for reading and for your time!

Btw can i please get a vote and follow? (・o・)