What a pain, deep in brain. not in heart, as it’s not mine.
Once you end, your talking of her, There begins my mind to work. Sketching of her by your word by word.
Is she pretty or she is witty;What a beauty whom you admire. What her attire, by looking, set you on fire. What an idol of feminine, she has got, That made you dumb, and fall in love. Would her eyes be Like a light, standing glittery in the gloomy night. Whats her lip looking like, the one made your eyes, away from mine.
Oh! What a heart thee( the girl) might have, that Broke mine, to have thy. I want to meet but not to see her. Its too heavy for unpleasant pleasure.
However thee( the girl) look, whatever thee cook. The truth is this, you are his, and he is yours, Even though ex, he still hung on you.
Yeah sure, I want to say bye and goodbye to thy love; for I can’t handle this love triangle.
Me at night, up at high; exploring this beauty; creative, Almighty. What thinketh this was made; Like a crown of glittery stones, embezzled in a mess. White river of flowingstars, Hung together, close, though far. How beautiful; This kinship bizzare.
Bonding close with thee I have;
Greeting my great,great, great grandma; up there. People say, who leave here, live there. Since then I accompany her, lace; It's been long, I miss her tales, sometimes squirrels; sometimes whales; Sometimes, it's been; truck and rails.
In this lonely, city of fast moving nowhere. Aimless; Mind trembling with fear, what about anxiety, worthto share.
At my roof, I stare; This Holy relationship they care, Dancing collective down to heel. It might cause, all wound to heal.
What a meaning, it shows, In meaning less world, that once goes.
Life is here, Life is there; You will remain no matter where; Cheers the beers whenever,Wherever , As love remains hereafter, thereafter.
This fear of loneliness, breaks mirage of togetherness; This substitute of courage, reduces strength of happiness. Hyped complacent theory of adventure, creates fear of Vagrancy; This worry of ageing, dampens glory of Constancy.
Fighting with pace to find peace, while; Living in solace, has been a mess; Cowing to clutches of past disgrace, Reserving some seats; fortune erroneous . This silent evening, in hubbub of pleasantness. This hangover of misspelt cast, weakens, urn of spiritedness.
This dawn of today will bring morrow, with unspoken hope; lit in heart; wounded hollow. Hands shaking, energy diminishing; questions worthiness, this Ambition holds.
This symbolism of life births, at island of continuance. This spike of revolution, changes; subsides, All previous disturbances.