With my eyes we met
And soon our path was set
In them images of you
Our path meant for us two
My mind also believed
And whatever evil it sieved
My thoughts turned to be yours
And dreams of you flowed in pours
My hand felt your warmth
And for days it saw the growth
Of your waist
That it held with zest
Now
My eyes no longer see you
And my mind never thinks of you
Even below
My hand that held you
Gradually embraces the cold left by you
But why?
Is your dying laughter
In my heart beat echoed
And why?
Is the dust of your departure
In my innocent heart resettled
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
With my eyes we met
And soon our path was set
In them images of you
Our path meant for us two
My mind also believed
And whatever evil it sieved
My thoughts turned to be yours
And dreams of you flowed in pours
My hand felt your warmth
And for days it saw the growth
Of your waist
That it held with zest
Now
My eyes no longer see you
And my mind never thinks of you
Even below
My hand that held you
Gradually embraces the cold left by you
But why?
Is your dying laughter
In my heart beat echoed
And why?
Is the dust of your departure
In my innocent heart resettled
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