A story that I had written long back,
a girl of golden chains on her thighs,
And snakes around the roses on her garden.
Someone everyone wanted to love,
but they were too afraid to.
Sinking down to saturated soil,
pulling up at the book store,
and let me tell you, that girl
is someone everyone wanted to sing about.
But, the plainest dress she wore
was just not enough.
Blessings and heels,
darkness and her,
her golden chain burning in a
sapphire fire and your eyes
are dead like crystals of Jupiter.
Just hold her,
tell her you love her
and this time,
she will sing for you.
~Sampurna
YOU ARE READING
Ink And Echoes
Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
