Love…I still wonder, what love really is?Still looking for the real meaning.True definition and feeling.Have I still felt it?Or it’s just an assumption, crafted by the greatest artists, made to be believed to be true.The touch, that melts the strongest of me, like a blanket of snow in heat.Is that love?Is love, all about sacrifice…
Tag: myself
TO WHOM I CAN BE MORE THAN ONE
On a scorching summer,I can make you feel the winter shivers;I, your man, a poet, can make you surmise. On a dry and humid day,I can make you feel the rain;I, your man, a rhymester, can make you imagine. On a boring and dull day,I can make you travel a thousand miles;I, your man, a…
Scared
I’m scared of my own silence,of the unanswered questions that revolve around. I’m scared of unsolvable puzzles,It’s raising levels without a completion. I’m scared of my own demon,who is killing its better half every minute. I’m scared of affection,It’s pulling me down from all directions. I’m scared of darkness,As it’s trying to make me a…
