Wednesday, 15 February 2012

The Craving

Look at that visage,
That sweet, beautiful visage,


Shining before me, under the glaring sun.
Those pale sweet lips, which when caressed drift you away,
Into a dream so utterly complex, it seems almost real. 


That soft skin glides against your arms as smooth as a feather,
You try to hold onto it, but it disappears.
Those pale green eyes, shine like glitter,
Currently they’re just cold, ripe and bitter.


Now that you’re gone, I remember those were the days…
When we sat by the sea-shore watching the sea, 
Shining like pearls under sun. 
That night you held me, and I held you… 
we transcended from this world, from where
there’s no breakthrough.


Well, it’s all over. 
It’s tearing me apart…
I thought I was lucky, but now there’s a broken heart,
In sheer pain, an indescribable pain.
This is locked within me, with a lost key, somewhere deep inside
Try to find me; you have no place to hide.

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