Tacit Poem by Sourav Khatua

I was..

I was afraid enough
Dwelling in possibility
Deep as ocean is,
Binding my words
Surrounds the darkness
Shaping it a treasure bliss

Then she arrived
Making me thrive
Shoved her many a scar,
Adoring emotions
Trusting my sanity
Punted her fear very far

Denying looking back
For it's the past
Rather questing my fore Street,
Diffusing thoughts
Railing enough
For au courant folks to meet

Don't wanna loose
making a choose
To have and hold her still,
But stations revoking
Time provoking
Causing me to loose
And..,

I know I will.