I wake to a fresh scent
of the pleasant morning bliss,
as I routinely do my chores.
But emptiness overwhelmed me
Making me give in to evoking abyss.
I longed for the masculine figure
With the captivating smile,
Refreshingly different vocals.
Oh! That primitive personality
Like the "fifty shades of grey".
Oh,What a day!
The day the two balls above my nostrils
apprehended the most imperfect creature.
His imperfection yet clouded my heart
to the most inquisitive task of discovery.
I would always spit
to the grave of love,
the very trimester of friendship.
I would practically throw up
on the thought of loving.
Awakened like seas by a mighty tempest
Fate awaken my desires to
My irrevocable unshaken love
Thankfully it was mutual
But questionable.
