My head is spinning
with the thought of you to blame
All day long I'm singing
songs that scream your name
Your eyes are sweet, intoxicating
like every gaze is mending
A symphony made for you and me
An orchestra in sync with every plea
That buzzing tune left me yearning
again for your sweet melody
Your whispers got me pleading
again for your dear apology
With curtains closed, and hearts drawn
I am left with an applause
How sweet it is, a mere production
And I look at you, the show is gone
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
