Ours was a love so ancient
That its loyalty creaked like undisturbed doors.
A love so honest
That it broke every promise we ever made,
Yet it always asked for more.
A love so old
that its only intimacy was staring into souls,
with eyes so venomous that everytime we bored at each other,
We would burn the both of us whole.
A love so wrecked of time
That it sailed over an ocean for years,
It was only that the ocean was frozen
and it stayed at a place,
never once finding a shore.
Ours was a love so ancient
The only tale it ever told was of us.
Yet a lover of mine, a beloved of yours.
-Azmii
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In Verse
PoetryI trace verses from my portrait. A collection of poetries • by Azmii (•Image credits to the rightful owner)
