Her smile is a selcouth,
She ain't fair,
She is kalon,
She ain't arrogant,
A freezing winter night,
Where the snow had blocked the windows,
with a cigarette in betwixt her shivering fingers
Me & the hollowness in my aura, often chat about the Twinkling of your eyes with the stars;
[Let me tell you a secret, they're jealous, tbh]
My tongue spoke my mind, the cheeks & eyes ended up embarrassing me.
The most important thing about kissing you was soothing your soul through the bend of your lips.
Beneath his feet lies a rose,
Crushing it under;
I woke up in the morning,
Nobody to wish a 'good mornin' to
The sunrays that pierced the curtains,
I'm tired can I keep my head in your lap under your aphotic hairs?
I'm starving can you feed me with your hands again?
I'm misty-eyed can you cuddle me one more time?
I'm walking solitary can you knot your runt finger with mine?
Under the lamp In these dark nights I miss our silly fights,
The way you pounded your head in my chest
The life was at its best.
Your cute gestures between those messy hairs and when our lips met on the upstairs.
The intense darkness of the room faded with the brightness of her eyes shining a little more than Sirius,
They wanted to paint themselves with love before moment faints.
Neither of them broke the dignity of silence,
He just situated her mop at the rear of her ear to say the unsaid
These night zephyr tell me how solitary I am without you my ma'am,
And in darkness of these nights my heart weeps for its Sunlight.
This bereft heart owing misty-eyes isn't aware how to fight,
The zillion curses you gave are absurd to hide.
Wasn't this I wanted to be?
Then why this hate?
Why this screeching of the soul in corner with muffled cries, ogling at my shadow;
I faked climax thrice that night.