As she poured the wine in her glass…
Dancing and singing again…
Up from her bed at last…
After weeks of sorrow and pain…
Had she been scorned enough by now…
Gained her hopes back up somehow…
While she did all this in her apartment…
He stood on the other street's lane…
Watching her from the darkest embarkment…
Wishing he could be holding her right now…
But permission denied for he broke his vow…
How could he tell her that they were'nt meant to be…
Satan was approaching him…
That her eyes could not see…
For the heart that loved her was'nt strong enough…
To get time to convince her was bitterly tough…
She could never know where he got vanished…
For hope of love in her would also get banished…
For the last time getting a smile of her vision…
He went away into his collision…
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Insomnia inspiration
PoetryFor the readers- Observing is one of my best addictions. I observe everything from the buzz of a fly to the storm in the sky, from two lovebirds to two birds in love. And whenever i get an urge to express them, i start writing. Poetry is just a way...
