I'm a crumb of nothingness in
your metaphorical world, where
the skies are pink and the clouds
are lovely desired cotton candies.
Yet, I fancy to fit in your hues
of fierce brightness despite being
An elfin soul trapped in a
dark room with dim green light.
Today, with a pinch of
hidden misery on my
gloomy face full of bruises,
I beg your pardon for my
obsessive behavior in
your court of justice.
If at all I did offend you
In any of the ways, then
I'm very sorry
But I wouldn't say that.
I still rue it though because all I
ever wanted was your presence.
In this very moment of serenity,
My dear Mr. Dream,
I dare to say that
I want you and don't mind it,
But I love you!
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
