Being voyeuristic about her has an appeal,
That edifies the aphrodisiacal world around me
Lust seem to be never on wane
With her face always coming around me
Her presence is the only thing that makes me feel alive
The shards of her memories, shreds my heart to death
Being far from her is a bane,
I just wish she too feels the same
Looking for her, all over the place
I find her in me as I rummage through my heart
The oxymoron lives on, as the hysteria sets in for her
Its joy or sorrow, its getting hard to decipher
I will wait, till the end of time,
Till the end, lest she is mine
- C
1 comment:
Beautiful! The pain is beautifully expressed.
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