Dear beloved,
You were the epitome of my life,
Your beautiful eyes,
Coruscating hazel lights.
Every time you were near,
I would go florid;
To my heart you were dear,
Why did you leave me downhearted?
The day we met,
The crowd was bustling;
And you made a bet,
Among all the hustling.
I was at the top of blithe,
When you asked for a date;
But I was in writhe,
Since you were running late.
Fast-forward, a few years now,
The love we had, boundless to bow;
We met again, I don't know-how,
But I had to run away, darling ciao.
You followed me
In that brisk walk of yours;
But so did she,
So I hid behind closed doors.
It's empirical, how I feel;
After all these years,
I don't seem to heal,
Coming alive are all my fears.
My actions were ethical,
But you were opposed;
It was aestival,
Like back when you left me disposed.
Now I may seem obsolete,
With no love to give;
No matter how much you treat me sweet,
Leave me, my life is mine to live.
As I turn around,
These tears are torrential;
Never to be found,
Keep this confidential.
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Revival
Poetry" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain...
