Beautiful
Not
anything fascinates me,
Other than your threatening eyes.
Like they are meant to mesmerize
at times strange, at times joyful
at times beating the ache after the
damp
nevertheless stunning are your
seraph eyes.
Why am I not able to tell him a good-bye?
Why am I not able to tell him a good-bye? In dim light room of our time together, of small, tiny recollections which we shared. It’s really tough for both of us to bunch away, with pain and grief we met near the bay. First man to give me a simple smile, during my teens I was there for him, just for a while. Gone memories, when we were two then became one, enclosed with love, sealed with our tears, seen by none. Butterflies I had today when you were near, in a fence of gloominess he protected me with no fear. For some time when we kissed each other in shy, God, I kept asking myself why? why? why? Packed the pieces of our broken heart, collected in a pile; we bind up lovingly, and placed then to a far-away smile. Lastly, we took small step each room together, joining each and every curtain which got shudder. Shutting down the door, leaving behind our pain, some day this world will bliss on every first rain. I wish to hurry; I wish to race, I wish to cover...
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