Forbid
The sweetness of forbidden fruits, was my desires and needs
A strong love, if stops growing, ends up bitter instead of sweet
As I follow her trails like an aligned star gravitated, to-get-her
The closer I felt with myself, was when the closer I was to her
My plans in slow motion, my uninterpretable actions
Tattooing our pages with a happily ever after, despite it's execution
How she was so similar to me, like puzzles forming a romantic imagery,
Our unfitting opposites, formed aligned constellations meant to be
Addiction is the coffee staining her pages, while she steals glances
Unclenching my fist revealing my first possession, her favourite bracelet
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Scarred Pages
PoetryBarren lands of heartbreaks, inscribed with words like wounds and painted with emotions like bruises, depicts the heart of a Poetess. Scarred pages can be conceptualised as those unaddressed letters buried under dust in a drawer, written solely to t...
