A vow I made, to shut it forever,
black serpent, makes calm forest shiver,
smiley devil, return to me never,
you neighbouring, make face a flowing river.
prisoner I was held, in dungeon of lust ,
drunk with sweet looks ale, thought it was trust,
drown in lies river, Poets are like must.
the moment Sacred barrier breached atop Union,
that day when chastity annihilated in criss cross,
then all shame passed away, sworn never return.
I assumed it a test,
birds chirps in nest,
sounds like kind request,
to quench throats of thirst,
and pen down at best,
a total conquest
today I Confessed,
hoping not be late,
is it really a fate?
I guess just a rate,
at which lies berate.
alas roses go wither,
in garden of neither,
stormed by cruel weather,
lash innocents backs with leather,
slaps faces thither.
sweet memories of thee, are now a remorse,
the thought sick me bed , that last part is worse,
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
A vow I made, to shut it forever,
black serpent, makes calm forest shiver,
smiley devil, return to me never,
you neighbouring, make face a flowing river.
prisoner I was held, in dungeon of lust ,
drunk with sweet looks ale, thought it was trust,
drown in lies river, Poets are like must.
the moment Sacred barrier breached atop Union,
that day when chastity annihilated in criss cross,
then all shame passed away, sworn never return.
I assumed it a test,
birds chirps in nest,
sounds like kind request,
to quench throats of thirst,
and pen down at best,
a total conquest
today I Confessed,
hoping not be late,
is it really a fate?
I guess just a rate,
at which lies berate.
alas roses go wither,
in garden of neither,
stormed by cruel weather,
lash innocents backs with leather,
slaps faces thither.
sweet memories of thee, are now a remorse,
the thought sick me bed , that last part is worse,