I saw you first time that day,
Everything went in such a slow-mo...
It made my day, gay
My heart started dancing too and fro.It was surely November,
And your face I still remember,
I sometimes wonder?
What would it be on your face to wander?I thus became small,
So that on your face I could walk.
You are thousand times pretty than a Barbie doll...
But I could do nothing as I was left in a gazelock.On your soft white desert I strolled,
I wish I could do that until I got old.
When I found the oasis of your red lips...
Sitting there for hours, I got my thirst fixed.I moved from there,
And reached a place from where I wanted to go nowhere.
There I found a pond of blue amidst black and white...
But later found a better place, away from light.In the tangle of your hair I was lost but I managed to swing along,
The joy I felt made me sing.
But I wanted to know just one thing...
When again I'll see your face's bling!
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An Inked Heart (Poetries)
PoetryMy heart let out through these words, echoing out my feelings to the world. Top- #14 in poetry