I was a solitude
Roaming about sorely.
On the grass covered with slime,
But, still my eyes gleamed with hope
When the breeze blew,
Carrying a cipher of brewing love
It gave me a gentle snog of faith,
Which made my heart glint
The raindrops were falling marvellously
Making the scene ambiguous
And my heart anonymous.
Still it was unexpressibly fantabulous.
Even now, in a cup full of dour...
My heart cried in a tinge of feelings
Between these hazel eyes, and
Between these vagabond hearts.
Are my words understood?
I know not.
I hope only a lustre to remain
Whether its lyrical or lugubrious.
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PoetryRanked #108 on 11/02/17 "Sometimes people are beautiful, Not in looks and talks, but Just in what they are." This is a collection of poems I have been writing since I was 13. Some are good. Some are bad. Some are boring while some are deep. But...
