~When the only thing you want is:
Your love and sky full of stars.
Here they stand,
Looking at the sky.
Gazing it with love,
And wish to fly.
The thought made
Them flutter.
The irony sigh.
They know,
They tried.
To fly.
Up high.
Angel wings,
That was pied.
Time passed,
Colours faded.
Lost strength,
And was degraded.
Ignored world,
Lost contacts.
The only love
Was night sky.
Here they stand,
Looking at the sky.
Gazing it with love,
And wish to fly.
Again.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
