Without the warmth, my palms feel empty
Without your eyes, there's nothing to tempt me
These times are not gracious to me
Reminds me of
A time that was precious to me
I don't hear the voice that used to surprise me
I miss the chuckle that used to mesmerize me
These times are not gracious to me
Reminds me of
A time that was precious to me
Eyes that used to entrap me for hours
Used to make me feel,
All the happiness would be ours
These times are not gracious to me
Reminds me of
A time that was precious to me
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A Swing of Verses
PoezjaVariety of poems swinging through my different emotions, inspirations and motivations. Many of them are inspired from or focus on certain fictional characters, so keeping that in mind while reading would be very much appreciated. Also I'm not focusi...
