Her sweetness-laden face,
beckoned with a grace,
A wishful ray of hopes,
inconspicuously morose.
He read it with an ease,
The Pinings cached in crease,
Swaying like a tremor,
Agog for a breather.
Whilst unfurling the crease,
He feared his irrational leash,
Careened before her eyes,
And pulled his hands back inside.
He thought he had better,
Leave intact the wrapper,
For a sudden quietude hurts more,
Than a phlegmatic uproar.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Her sweetness-laden face,
beckoned with a grace,
A wishful ray of hopes,
inconspicuously morose.
He read it with an ease,
The Pinings cached in crease,
Swaying like a tremor,
Agog for a breather.
Whilst unfurling the crease,
He feared his irrational leash,
Careened before her eyes,
And pulled his hands back inside.
He thought he had better,
Leave intact the wrapper,
For a sudden quietude hurts more,
Than a phlegmatic uproar.
