Rhymed were our days from the start,
But our ignorance forged it plunge apart.
Now riven we stride on these adrifted sands.
Missing some parts of us, yet here we stand.
Condemns were all we had all our lives
Because evaded were we, in dead-end knots.
Spotted before each other at last...
We befit together like a statuette and it's cast.
And the rest is neglected just for a melody.
Our rhymes integrate together and lyrics form.
And here is our initiate, beginning a brand new start,
As our hearts, so knotted we are that you can't tell us apart.
Simran Jolly
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Rose
PoesíaThis 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...
