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In the dawn of the early spring

Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure

What to say.. I've been asked to throw caution to the winds and try something raw and emotive.. so may be, here it is..

and for summary: yes, i am so dying to have him,, so want to steal him for a while from the rest of the world.. but in the end all the longing turns into an unutterable sadness.

Submitted:Mar 15, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 16    Likes: 5   

In the dawn of the early spring

In the dawn of the early spring

I sit alone in the coffee shop

Or rather in remains of an old cabin

Through cracks, wind comes stealing in.

And there..

I spot him leaning against the wall

"Perhaps he thinks, I am a fool"

Oh I see jest in his sparkly eyes

But that can add only love to love

Though it makes my glances overturn.

He looks like a vision making me feel giddy

And suddenly my eyes take the dark shades of sin

My body quivers, all the patience falls crashing

But my wounded heart, somehow, enfolds itself in itself

Crawling and disappearing in some deep recess.


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