Hands chained together,
fingers trembling,
a mind of restlessness,
Locked in the prisons of my sub- consciousness,
like my soul from itself is fascinated,
that I imprison my handcuffed poems,
on yellow papers that will soon vanish,
alongside the rhythms of you names,
And how would love exist
if we didn't know hate?
How would I imprison myself from you
if I never knew freedom?
My hands chained together,
as I write you another poem,
that your grey eyes colour,
and your lipstick dictates.
YOU ARE READING
Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
