He was crisp and gold,
Nervous and blue,
Inducing my feminine urge,
To vision him too.
In between the tunes,
Of his garden fresh love,
He winged his beats,
Happier than ever.
Screaming to spheres,
Those magical charms,
He lingered around me,
Treasuring my presence.
It was odd and chaotic,
Rustic hues brewed me cold,
Wish it wasn't tough,
To gift him his love....
Author's note:
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IMPERFECTIONS
PoetryBeing imperfect isn't a flaw, it's being a perfect YOU! IMPERFECTIONS is a poetry book which dwindles your pain in the arse and gifts you merriment and pleasure reading experience. The poems found here are perfectly crafted in an imperfect manner t...
