Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
One embrace
This pain that I relish
his memories that I cherish
letters will just make it worse
pining becoming nigh a curse
all this heart wishes
is him in his true essence
and an embrace that crushes
the want of his presence.
his memories that I cherish
letters will just make it worse
pining becoming nigh a curse
all this heart wishes
is him in his true essence
and an embrace that crushes
the want of his presence.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Etched
I have something that will stay with me
Is it enough to let a poem be
the transience of happiness is indeed vain
now I have the memories permanent, etched in pain
Is it enough to let a poem be
the transience of happiness is indeed vain
now I have the memories permanent, etched in pain
Smitten
Don't get me back to my cold self yet
there are verses to be written
Sometimes a stone also wants to feel
how it is like to be smitten.
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