I feel the presence.
When you had bartered
my pulse for a pain.
Something impossible
was going to happen.
I was buried in a wall.
The words you did't utter,
had reached me.
We would talk of the
marriage of sun with
a moon.
A ****** soul in
yoga, takes a flight to meet
her angel for the
first kiss.
Sometimes life
betrays the death and
renews the pact with
immortal embraces.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
I feel the presence.
When you had bartered
my pulse for a pain.
Something impossible
was going to happen.
I was buried in a wall.
The words you did't utter,
had reached me.
We would talk of the
marriage of sun with
a moon.
A ****** soul in
yoga, takes a flight to meet
her angel for the
first kiss.
Sometimes life
betrays the death and
renews the pact with
immortal embraces.