People think my birthday is on fifth of February,
Little do they know that my birthday was the day you kissed my lips..
For that was the very first time I felt fully alive.
It was the very first time something inexplicably beautiful was being born in me.
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On a very cold February night,
They met each other again
At their same old secret place.
And as his eyes met hers
The thunder they hid in their hearts so long,
Screamed again...
Making them kiss each other ferociously.
That was her real birthday.
Their Real Birthday
YOU ARE READING
BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
