Wander how our desires might sound when they'll collide with each other,
Would they sound like a nightingale song,
Or would they sound like soft voice of rain,
Would they sound like a whisper of you in my ear,
Would they sound like a love song,
Or would they sound like a love poetry,
Would the sound will just be the sound of desires or would it more than it,
Would our sounds feels like love,
Or would they remain as our wantings,
Would it let us remain strangled for a moment,
And you'll be gone with your fulfilled desires,
And I'll remain here with my pouring love,
How'd it sound when our desires would collide,
Would it sound like a heaven, sin or human wantings?
Would I regret it, will you remember it?
Wander how our desires might sound when they'll collide with each other.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
