"I'm stuck", I sighed gazing at the lavender i plucked
I want to tell the truth
I want to confess in you
but then its of no use,
though tis a shocking news
theres a dark alley,
where a demon is in about
when the light fades away,
it does crawl out
its weaving my soul,
in the fate of whorl,
im turning in a ghoul
but there is a tool
your eyes, they shine so bright
i want to save their light
i cant escape this now
until you show me how
although i am stuck
i wont try my luck
theyre taking my breath
i am still, at a place
until my death
no matter what the phase
even in my dreams I fail
and my blood runs stale
My hopelessness washed the blood
from my hands
my eyes withered
the tender bud
but in the end,
Little do we know
of the other
when first we clasp hands
and agree
In time, trust is what we earn
and with luck
we learn.
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RandomFirst symphony. A series of 9 unpublished poems, some of them might get published later. A collection of poems which are very dear to my heart, which bears loads of emotions. The beholder can perceive its inaccessible depth only if their heart has...
