Higgledy-Piggledy
Why do I have a stupid heart?
Why am I affected so much when you're not around?
I admire you so much that I became blind to see anybody passing through in front of me.
What did you do to me?
Are you a sorcerer? If so, could I ask you to help me touch the moon above with my bare hands?
Is it too much to ask?
If it's you, no need for Love-Potions, seeing you is noxious, your face, your touch, everything of you is highly enchanted.
I was bitten by your poisonous love and it's so damn painful.
Yet I'm not dead
I thought it was a sweet addiction who got me pleasantly high, little did I know that it is way too grievous to love you.
I felt like my body was sewed and you are the long thread.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoezjaThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
