A particular sense of longing,
For a fellow human being,
To walk with me, enduring,
All my deadly tantrums and more.
A particular sense of longing,
For the whisper she is singing,
In my ears as she keeps hugging,
Holding my shattered self, secure.
A particular sense of longing,
For the love for me she's carrying,
In the biggest heart ever existing,
And the tiniest me inside? Sure.
A particular sense of longing,
For the lovely aroma she's emitting,
For the radiance of her lips smiling,
Brightens my face, once gore.
A particular sense of longing,
For her to help me with sleeping,
All those nights, I stay thinking,
Arrest my thought, lay me in your core.
All these senses together joining,
In lovely portions they're mixing,
That's my love potion in the making,
One I'll never taste; Baby, Its you..un-sour..
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Long time, no see. "Posting block". Maybe when I'm done with posting all my old poems, I'll put more effort in posting faster. This little stunt takes a whole lot of procrastinating, shower thoughts and lazing around to finally sit down and "add a new part". In the end, what keeps me moving is there's be someone to read this and tell me what they thought! Yes, you, that's you. You've been caught and now you've to comment something or its bad luck.
I'm doubting my dignity. K bye 😂
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
