He was a boy endowed with a cheerful face,
Yet his radical views defy the olden ways.
She was a girl who misses much of love,
But when you feel her battered heart,
Nobody could ever stay numb
To her sufferings that flow within.
A taste of new love
Of lies and promises,
A love floating
In a sea full of clinging hearts
Where nothing is ever promised.
She was a dame, bequeathed utmost peculiarity,
She used her knacks to push herself beyond her quality.
He was a boy, gifted with a mind so bright,
But when you see his blinding eyes,
Nobody could ever comprehend
What messed up things he keep within.
They were lone wolves,
Wandering an apathetic tundra,
Two wanderers struck by curses,
But hardened by solitude.
So when they finally meet,
Nobody could ever understand
Their eerie love at all.
For she was a girl who thinks she's had enough
But she breaks down when her heart refused to stop.
He was a boy who thinks he's working hard,
But when you see his pristine hands,
Nobody was ever really sure
If he's indeed mature.
A taste of new love
Of lies and promises,
A love floating
In a sea full of clinging hearts
Where nothing is ever promised.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
