Under the starlit night,
Wonders a lonesome soul.
Across the stretch of stars,
He longs for the absentee moon.
Along the deserted boulevard,
Amidst the silence of woods.
A tired owl lull her kids to sleep,
Her feeble songs resounds in the air.
Broken
Behind her rose red lips, Hidden is a secrets of chest. Veiled with softness and gentleness, Mystery it remain behind it. Her words so kind and dear, Touched and always I endear. Like a bee lost to a rose, So am I lost into her. While chest hidden behind her lips, Secrets locked inside it. Secrets that buried her lies, Politeness that veiled her ploy. Beats of my heart , Louder than its otherwise. Juggled in between her hands, My hearts like a ball. The secrets in her chest , Is the betrayal of my heart . Kindness in her words, Is a deception she imposed.
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