When he could not change
& she isnt the same
Lips that were together
Now only has a stain
Hearts,did get apart
Distance was only the fact
& unsaid,untold story was
About love keeping them together
But how things changes
How people changes
You dont even realise
Sacrificing everything
Is that made her sacrifice love?
Or was there something other?
She hasn't been touched since
She fears the smell of love
taste of closeness
Feel of warmness
What if she loves you
& she is not loved back?
This question arises
& she is left with nothing but silence.

Every back and forth motion
with lost notion,you desire of
I have no fantasy as such
i mean,undoubtedly
the child has grown
but,yet not ready to moan

With every aroma of arousal,nothing but wet
may be,no such awaken soul have I met
Dark and desperate usually doesn't relate
Even in dictionary,they aren't in same page

You and me ; two different entity
trying to escape with own's dignity
All those invincibility,
weakens with the lack of immunity
but,with every quench of thirst
there's your ******
how can something so forceful bring such "divine god"
I force my mind to think
Force my heart to believe
Force myself into something
but,nothing works
not like yours.

and, how her innocence thought "wordplay were better than foreplay"

Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.

A bunch of hooligan
screaming out loud
that,
they've been never been wrong
since their born
A bunch of hooligan
and
i was there
we all were once
we still are
somewhere in our mind
searching a place to get out.

You know what's misery?
Not the darker one,never been
But it's the prismatic feeling
Inside your head,captive.