The heart is cryingMelting with prideWhere we let goOf our own loveWithout a second viewThe angst is increasingWith the shudder flying inWithin oursel..
Multitudes and magnitudes of momentsSome are happy, some are sadOthers are way beyond thatCannot be clearly definedIf life is such, they say we'veLive..
Brutality's hit amissThe treasure and hope chancedHas long gone with everySingle little broken promiseMade by someone with statureAnd well defined imp..
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I feel my life in disdainNo song, no romance, no passionJust a few empty stonesWaiting to be filled up in spaceTo form some form of completionThe wind..
When a few people look at poetry, they look at a theme, a form, a rhyme scheme. But poetry is also about feelings. I hope I have conveyed that through..
Far from sights of beautyIn the mind of yours trulyI sweat in my waking dreamIn your very own realmWith our bodies intertwined at largeAnd with no pla..