infidelity;
can my black eyes ever deceive me?
for what I have seen it cannot be
it stains, never leaves like blood
fills me up to the brim like a flood,
the sight so bare so raw so fine,
yet so delicate so rare so mine,
and when the morning commences,
i come to focus with all my senses,
that this 'thing' would never work out,
cuz you and I, us we'd never amount.
13/12/2016
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
at sea (i am your serenity)
कविताjust poems (ranging from all lengths, short and long) I have written that the world might benefit from hearing. x
