I never bow at Red concepts of shallow windows of heart,
I never nod at Pink concepts of temporary feelings.
My heart is wrapped with a steel belief.
A steel belief that love is only for the bandwagons.
Who wanted to be in this dystopian society.
Whenever a man tries to break my steel belief
They ended up in a jailed rejection
I leave them in a with a lingering pain in every shots of injection.
Injection of frustration.
For infatuation does not work to my steel belief.
Until one day, an angel in a blue dress, captivated my steel belief.
Each time, I see her, is such a relief
A relief which I can't explain
I know things are plain
But, whenever I see her, that plain things turns into universe
The universe wrapped with spark,
a spark which I can't explain.
For I am just happy, when she is there
For I am just in peace, when she is there.
Oh, what did you do to my steel belief?
Why are you turning my belief into relief?
Your presence is a brief
A brief glance which infected me
A relief which affected me.
I learned to see the world again because of you.
I learned to believe that I belong to the world because of you.
What did you do?
What did you do?
Why are you there in my chest?
Why is your presence is at my rest?
What have you done?
There is a lingering spark in me
What have you done?
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
