our heartstrings sync in the rythm of the melancholy song
syncing steps with the crimson sunset
i don't like it when you look dark blue , baby
honeydew baby there are guns that blaze around you cacophoned in a symphony of flying birds
Words that roll off my tongue are not enough to suffice my love for you
there is heaven in your arms
YOU ARE READING
कथा | rotten poems
PoetryMy helplessness has written itself in words , o woe. I surrunder to you all of me. Copyright @ Mehak COMPLETED // 2019
