The sound of the clarion voice of your heart poked mine
And made it cleave to yours
Then pushed it away vigorously that took it to the edge.
My petty little heart trying to come back to yours due to its strong magnetic field but you made it circumvallete.
This heart waste every single night crying and wondering if it was a nightmare or a prophetic dream of yours saying adieu.
Sleepless night
Star crossed love
Nothing could make it right but you
This love fleers at me now
And all I can do is endure it
All around me is stilly now
And all I can do is waste my tears sobbing.
The rivers you made me flow were perennial, I've enough of them to bottle in to show you on our tryst
~it's never really over
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Fallen Fruit
PoetryLove is ineffable to be defined, stalwart but egregious to rely on and has the potential of splintering and consolidating one's heart. A collection of poems by an amorist, elucidating different phrases of love
