We've treaded on the surface of South evergreen— under the moonlight we go
Talking about the things you're aghast to tell
Whispering with a pinch of mirth,
You held my shoulders extending your arms to mine
As we continue to dash among scattered pigmented rocks and crowds—
You silently murmured,I wish she could love me as much as I love her,
I pretended to listen whereas I am not-
I was invaded by these thoughts
Wishing to hold you,to feel you
-And I wish you could love me too,I muttered frailly.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
