She demands my attention
Yet chooses not to disclose herself
And stays hidden
With such great ambiguity
She whisper words
That lingers infinitely
In the echoing vortex of my imagination
Am i to b intimidated by her existence
Or to embrace her whispering intuitions
The road it leads to, is far too less travelled
Is this insanity or a work of a miracle
She never leaves me idle
For her presence is forever felt
In between the crippled thoughts
Dancing in her own rhythm
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
She demands my attention
Yet chooses not to disclose herself
And stays hidden
With such great ambiguity
She whisper words
That lingers infinitely
In the echoing vortex of my imagination
Am i to b intimidated by her existence
Or to embrace her whispering intuitions
The road it leads to, is far too less travelled
Is this insanity or a work of a miracle
She never leaves me idle
For her presence is forever felt
In between the crippled thoughts
Dancing in her own rhythm
