My girl, I miss you a lot. So this one is for you!
Late nights, I wander in the woods
Chilly cold nights in the search for the fire lily
Amidst the cold grass with the dew drops kissing my feet, I long for the warmth
Maybe it's time to light up some firewood, and let the warmth of the campfire hug me
It reminds me of you.
My shivering lips, when met by yours were calmed to the core
The cozy hugs felt home. My home. I long for it.
Oh the long nights, please pass by swiftly. For now, it's not only the firewood that's burning.
Its me who is burning and smoked up to the bones for her presence, I NEED HER, the fire lily
The fire lily is too far now
Take me back to the good days
When I used to pour my heart out on handwritten letters
And now here I am with a lifeless keyboard.
The words, engraved onto those pieces of paper, they spoke more than I can express now
Her vivacious nature is contagious to me,
Don't know how she managed to change my words into good
Suddenly "alone" added another soul to it and it was more peaceful than ever
Tired and so done with this world,
My peripatetic soul wants her.
My fine Kentucky Bourbon whose sweetness never fades over time
I am incomplete without her just like a shooting star is without a wish
A wish from a true and pure mind
Without her, all I am is just rock falling and burning in the sky
Her heart of gold and her purest mind is what makes my worth.
She is my stargirl
The crescendo of missing you is testing me
But maybe am just a fallen soldier.
Fallen after your pictures in my heart
Hard gravelled ground, soaked up heat from the sun, a little piece of glass or anything
It all doesn't matter when it is for you
I'd leave my room without those black loafers and run barefoot on the streets just to catch one glimpse of her
Ah, it feels content now. For my eyes just captured the most beautiful thing
That enchanting smile of hers feels like the rosewater to my eyes.
Satan get me a seat next to you, loving her isn't a sin but wanting her in the most selfish way is;
I want her all to me. I do not settle for anything less. It is not a plead but an order in the most territorial and possessive manner known to mankind.
My lady, just pull up the chairs to the beach shore,
Am preparing the supper, and the drinks are ready too
She loves beaches,
Our home is one next to it
Spending nights with her talking and holding hands is what I call thy peace.
O my well-wishers, if I ever fall prey to any curse
Give me no meds but one sight of her for she is my remedy, my cure
And give my cologne to her,
The smell of my shirt, the fragrance apart from some trace of my sweat,
The folds of that white shirt with a loose button and the kiss mark still remains there
If God calls me up someday, give her that, she may love that.
Give her my word, "You are the most important thing to me in this world. And I still have you preserved in my heart for an eternity"
She is the first rose of the Spring, the sacred, the purest
Let I, be the air, that inhabits you, for only a moment to cherish
For I want her forever in my life!
Amen
Without you, all I am is just a poor vagabond. For my home is you, and peace, your presence <3
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Vagabond
PoetryIt is a compilation of all the poems written by me. I mostly write in one genre - Romance, of all forms. The unique thing about my writing? I write in somewhat of a fusion of old English literature style and modern English. So stick around and feel...
