When the zephyrs strongly gust
tender and so cold
it hurts and mutilate my heart
I don't know if he comprehends frankly
inside I'm plunging apart
but I love him so much truly
he can hurt me if he craves to
I know he'd perceive if I could only explain
but at this moment I only feel the drizzle
and the memory of dense affliction
like its occurring again
but in my life
of crestfallen so oft
I've found nobody
who touched me like soft rose
my chest humps a huge sigh
feels out of me
and I don't know why
but for him
I have to contend hard and try
but inside, I'm scarcely getting by.
Simran Jolly
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Rose
PoesiaThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
