You engrave my thoughts with bliss,
Or atleast that's how I could remember...
Reaching possibilities missed,
With this downfall, will I ever conquer?
Ragged is it to define this hope,
Torn or overworn prayers tied upon a rope,
To reach this silent prayer spoken timidly,
A return hopelessly longed, do grant this aching mercy.
What must be done?
For consciousness to shake this insanity,
What could be done?
To delude the mind was a temporary remedy.
If to shut my eyes would blind these senses,
For a moment or two, grant me great slumber or rest,
For all this hope would fall in vain,
And not a single token could minimize the pain.
To endlessly want you is a drug that's fatal,
Paralyzing senses, a longing that's crucial,
So here's a piece I hope would steal a bit of your time,
For the FIRST of my five subjects,
These lines of my rhymes.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
You engrave my thoughts with bliss,
Or atleast that's how I could remember...
Reaching possibilities missed,
With this downfall, will I ever conquer?
Ragged is it to define this hope,
Torn or overworn prayers tied upon a rope,
To reach this silent prayer spoken timidly,
A return hopelessly longed, do grant this aching mercy.
What must be done?
For consciousness to shake this insanity,
What could be done?
To delude the mind was a temporary remedy.
If to shut my eyes would blind these senses,
For a moment or two, grant me great slumber or rest,
For all this hope would fall in vain,
And not a single token could minimize the pain.
To endlessly want you is a drug that's fatal,
Paralyzing senses, a longing that's crucial,
So here's a piece I hope would steal a bit of your time,
For the FIRST of my five subjects,
These lines of my rhymes.