There was so much I wanted to say that night,
But so little that I actually could,
So much to vent,
But so little that I actually should.
And these splashes of poetry which come today,
Are born out of the emotions which have gone out of place,
A feeling of uncertainty,
Which accompanies me each time I see your face.
Because I know how destructive love can be,
But how do I control my desires which scream?
As if weeping myself to sleep wasn't enough,
I realised, I was sobbing even in my dreams.
~*~
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Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
