In an empty lonely world,
Hibernates a girl staying curled.
Her dainty heart now bleeds,
She still remembers all her pleads.
There used to be a time,
When she was quite a dreamer.
When her eyes would frantically search,
For that man so debonair.
Now she sits chaste,
With pain and tears being the only decore.
She would run after him in haste,
Now she cries for all those times before.
Her heart that was once so capacious,
Has now become so narrow.
All because of him,
Who was fully consumed by the cupidity of this world.
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things the moon whispered by the shore
Poetry" the stars are the agony of a broken moon." this book is a collection of my best poems and thoughts from my personal 'thoughts and poetry' series. hope you all enjoy.
