I learnt about you like a history.
So hard to solve, you're a
mystery.Talking about you, I always crave more.
Hunger of your touch, is second world war.
Never satisfied; my life is null.
I imaginary sketched you so hard.
So bad, my eyes grew sad.
Your smile, my mind couldn't draw.
If only I could feel your heart beat when I touch the floor,
If only I knew you and understood the departure's law,
I wouldn't have been caught in this anxious web.
And seek knowledge like a student who's curiosity is never curbed,
in life's empty school class;
as an unintelligible misfortunate student, as fragile as glass.
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Skeletal Words Of A Dead Heart
PoetryA needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...