Don't know how the cold blood of attitude runs in ignored veins of love,
But it cuts my heart in infinite shattered pieces of paper.
A paper where every bit is written;dark and clear,
Still you can't read it because it is torn.
But by taking every word from the shattered heap I created a new story,
Or perhaps a new hymn or 'poem'of my sorrow,
A pain as harsh as that of 'a ruthless cold breeze,'
But at the same time a lot new way of life, to de-freeze my vain.
You must have thought it's a message for you,
No it isn't ; perhaps it was my consolidated shyness that took form of rhymes,
Still if u think I feel,
It's because prejudice has struck deep into your mind.
These words are all my own,
These feelings are also my own,
But the fodder for my words and feelings,
Was the gentle 'Touch of my Emotions.'
End of Part A touch of my Emotions
Thanks all for appreciating this amateur work.
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A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
PoesíaBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
