Edge of a Cliff: As he came near..A Poem by PPThis is the third poem of the series. It's called 'As he came near..' it's intense. I hope you can feel it when you read it.She stood on the edge of a cliff, Still facing away from the gorge. Her dream of a worst nightmare Was at last becoming real. With the approaching of that one man; Who she hated to love and loved to hate, She could feel an electrifying spark right under her chest. As his footsteps got louder and nearer; Her heart thumped faster and heavier. The wind was blasting through her clothes; It was tearing apart her soul. Her locks of fine black long hair, twisted and tangled; Aggressively ravaged her face She could feel the nature's forceful course. Shaky palms, Tearful eyes, Cold heart O, what an intense sight? She was occasionally shook by the noise That came from the thundering sky. The lightening lit up her blackened heart Spread a halo around her burdened head Gave her no reasons why she should hide Any secrets She thought "It's do or die, no room for ego or pride". She let her lips talk She hid nothing, She just let it all flow. The lover was listening The lover was so near now; He was breathing her stale breath, And quenching his thirst with her tears. They glared into each other's eyes with hatred and love, Not knowing whether to 'hate' or to 'love'? Not another word spoken Every bad thing was forgotten Emotions were venting through their veins Powerful enough to set fire to the rain.
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Added on November 22, 2012Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorPPLeeds, United KingdomAboutRead between the lines, Cos I don't talk straight. I might intrigue you/ confuse you/ cross you I might love you/ appreciate you/ addict you Depends on my mood of the day! more..Writing
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