While the night had just begun
In those chilled thin breeze,
Which could penetrate any corners of the room,
Had its silent whisper.
He came with it like a pinch of light
Trying to brighten those sadness with joy
But his mind was carved with darkness
Trying to show the love he can’t
Him lying next to me and his arms around,
Do you think his mind is at peace
And nothing to think at all?
My mind was up and running a marathon…
Then, he woke up to make love to me!
The cuddles were tight and screaming
That we missed each other
The kisses hard enough to let us be assured
We’ve thought about this all enough…
While he was making love,
Silent as it could ever be,
I knew something was paving its way into that thick quilt and minds!
Our bodies, not even so naked, sweaty
But panting
A lot just ended that moment
I wrote a song to remember that minute
Now, it’ll be sung even when I’m gone into the dark thin breeze!
About the Creator
Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
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