Have love ever been easy to deal with sympathy? Just so, Her iron lung breathing calamity of apathy Beyond eyes and words ,her beauty spoke Kindle once vital, now perish slow with smoke Suffocation cannot feel this good, can it? a crime of love shall never see acquit
A poetess sung for me a poem of love Soft words - with stings of venomous dove Being so deluded by some natural artsy Dreams woven on silent obscure spree Cold touch of her once warm soul Shattering pieces now never be whole
Poignant themes of once happy souvenir Whispering breeze of lonely December Brings me smile then tears falls down a deep breath sigh and again I avow holding onto the keepsake- my folded hands try Squeezed by broken dreams- once more I cry!