Words of a passionate soul trickle down
Like sweet honey to her lips, caresses her
mind
Sending delightful waves of daydreams, she
hides
Precious fantasies in the corners of her
cavern, to be
drawn only when thirst are parched along
the pathways
of deserted trains. Alone with none but
these, she feeds
her mind with lingering memoirs. In the
shelters of misery,
the poetic imageries flash before her eyes
and the guitar
strums to the beat of her melodic longings,
bringing teardrops
to the eyes of her heart. Rain pours down
like floodgates
of mercy consoling her strapped chest stricken
with heavy burdens. Nothing distracts her from
that one moment
of touch. Hand in hand they stroll past
busy passer-bys
and
straying glances. Whispering promises of great things flee by
as her long hair swooshes past his masculine
jacket, An unbreakable bond
forging between invisible lines with shades
of near blackness.
Intentions to break free loosens its
stronghold and she finds
herself in the arms of ties that bind. Not
even a hint can spark
a crush that buries deep within. That
desire shall resides and burns
as soon as she wakes up to reality knowing she
will never own
the love she feels.
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