A kiss, a touch
A feel, not much
The longing heart that sings
And eyes that shine
My cravings of you.
Would it be different?
Could we be different?
The mind asks such questions
Which logic don't answer
You made me into this romantic freak
The lines don't match
We don't patch
I still wait for your longing look
Can't you stay?
Can't you say?
That you too are a Romantic freak.
But instead you look cold and dead
You steal a glance and leave again
Leaving me like a hopeless case.
-Scar
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The Storm Within
PoetryThe Storm Within is the reflection of my inner mind. It is an escape from the realm of the living to the realm of feelings. It is a compilation of the chaos that silences the storms in my heart.
