December's at door

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 01, 2019

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My hands are frozen for December is at door
My poems would be a number to be rashly stored
And all the letters that I would write 
Would be scribbled at dusky, iced up night!

My self’s become so quiet and still 
For December’s extracting my powers and will
But the minds of heart are active and on the go
The poetries I’d write will not be coming slow!

And if you witness my heart’s wretched cry
Don’t you get troubled for December’s on high!
The airs would be drugged with the freezing cold
So all the melancholic stories will brutally unfold!

Wondering about the delights and blisses
Letting alone your cold hugs and bitter kisses-
The passions are going so rough and wild
How come December be so easy and mild?

Frozen Core and the Unmoving Soul dipped in sorrow
Would not be at heart to wait until tomorrow-
And it will keep carping till the moans get to your ears
Don’t you get nervous for December’s oh so full of fears!

I’m trying so hard to get hold of the rhymes
December’s approached, so the words are flying-
Flying of wintriness and earth-shattering frost
Say you too want me to be yours at any cost!

 

 


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