He looks at her, in his eyes..all there is an imploring desire and lonely,
He tries to utter, but all his words Swift away silently,
Engulf in the moment, ' hi there', that's all he could muster and glides away quietly,
He indulge in reminiscence, all he could summons, her.. Faded face and it is blur,
Her odour blends with his remorse which he has buried secretly.
Every thought has been captivated by her presence contemporaneously,
Like a rider of tide of far island he has embodied a pain of cry upon his breze which he inhales unselfconsciously.
He pictures her and pours onto the Canvas of memory.. only to tear it apart and stands towering upon it mournfully,
He keeps desire to forget her just before conscious betrays him and he remains staring his reflection accusinly.
Wore numbness upon the flesh of yesterday he strides across the brink of past and stares down at the stream of consciousness spitefully,
drops into unfathomable abyss just before hope caught him and Nestle his every ounce of pain and sew beneath the fur of tomorrow but still awaits her heartily.
He awaits an endless night infinitely for long lost memory of her, sown in his breast an unfathom dolour.
Amids an abandoned Stygian bode he travails her visage in tenebrous void,
Bestrew perfidious glaive scribes plumbless wound,
Slumber steed - tarry Zephyr - wreathe swain and rended poesy.
Her darkling countenance dribbling upon the bowl of fervid thirst, he quenched it,
And summons his asunder heart.
Might not a wind hearken as he beseech... Seeks her in vain,
Might not a deserted barque steer even it's forsaken by an helmsman,
Might not it hit an uninhibited strand, even it's an unknown aurora dawned in an untrodden dell.
Ungaze firmament, unheard silent, time stood stilly, it laves his vigil stare, but still a vast ether can't dulcify his pierced hope.
He tries to utter, but all his words Swift away silently,
Engulf in the moment, ' hi there', that's all he could muster and glides away quietly,
He indulge in reminiscence, all he could summons, her.. Faded face and it is blur,
Her odour blends with his remorse which he has buried secretly.
Every thought has been captivated by her presence contemporaneously,
Like a rider of tide of far island he has embodied a pain of cry upon his breze which he inhales unselfconsciously.
He pictures her and pours onto the Canvas of memory.. only to tear it apart and stands towering upon it mournfully,
He keeps desire to forget her just before conscious betrays him and he remains staring his reflection accusinly.
Wore numbness upon the flesh of yesterday he strides across the brink of past and stares down at the stream of consciousness spitefully,
drops into unfathomable abyss just before hope caught him and Nestle his every ounce of pain and sew beneath the fur of tomorrow but still awaits her heartily.
He awaits an endless night infinitely for long lost memory of her, sown in his breast an unfathom dolour.
Amids an abandoned Stygian bode he travails her visage in tenebrous void,
Bestrew perfidious glaive scribes plumbless wound,
Slumber steed - tarry Zephyr - wreathe swain and rended poesy.
Her darkling countenance dribbling upon the bowl of fervid thirst, he quenched it,
And summons his asunder heart.
Might not a wind hearken as he beseech... Seeks her in vain,
Might not a deserted barque steer even it's forsaken by an helmsman,
Might not it hit an uninhibited strand, even it's an unknown aurora dawned in an untrodden dell.
Ungaze firmament, unheard silent, time stood stilly, it laves his vigil stare, but still a vast ether can't dulcify his pierced hope.
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