"In the dark as he withdrew
he walked past all the hues
of friendship, love and hate
her warm breath which slid past his ears,
took him back to the long hidden fear
he yearned for her embrace , but
long gone were those days
when love was not used for a deceitful face,
the feeling doesn't make him numb anymore,
yet time was mum to make them feel sore."
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The Love Which You Called Real
PoetryHey guys its my new short poem book. Hope you all find it worth reading.
