Walking in and out
I try to experience,
A feeling so distant
It's almost an illusion.
Endearment is a sin like no other.
Where a glimpse of a doe,
Or a whift of a daffodil
Puts me to reminisce of my beloved.
I hallucinate
About my lucid infatuations.
Hoping to find a pyramid
Amidst the towering mountains.
My heart yearns for
A sweet farewell.
Which to my annoyance
Is still a bittersweet memoir.
If love were to be a pot
Of gold.
I am the rainbow, who
Sees it, touches it, feels it
Yet can't have it.
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Midnight Escapades
PoetryThis book comprises of original works of poetry which revolve around my life experiences, thoughts and ideologies, readers may or may not agree/ relate with some of them. But I nonetheless expect y'all to be kind and generous with your comments. ⚠️...
