In the depths of longing, where emotions intertwine,
A tangle of contradictions, a delicate design.
My heart, a stubborn rebel, yearns for his affection,
While my weary mind resists, seeking its own protection.
Entwined in memories, like whispers through the breeze,
The touch of his fingertips, the way he put me at ease.
My heart reminisces, still besotted by his charm,
But my weary mind cautions, knowing it'll only bring harm.
......
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
In the depths of longing, where emotions intertwine,
A tangle of contradictions, a delicate design.
My heart, a stubborn rebel, yearns for his affection,
While my weary mind resists, seeking its own protection.
Entwined in memories, like whispers through the breeze,
The touch of his fingertips, the way he put me at ease.
My heart reminisces, still besotted by his charm,
But my weary mind cautions, knowing it'll only bring harm.
......