In the twilight of moon
With the twinkling blue eyes
She descended from the stars
Her white wardrobe touched my face
In a fortunate stroke of serendipity
She kissed my face
I got awakened or to be true to you
I lost my consciousness
Her lips were glossing over mine
I decoded that signal
It was a message of love
Once again I got slaughtered
On those romantic nights
When I was a teenager
I remember the color of her lipstick
It was the blood of my heart
She murdered me mercilessly
And I thought it was love
In name of her family, friends, and relatives
She took away my breath
In eyes of the world
I was an artist
But now you know the truth
I was a victim
Years have passed
I am young by heart
But old by thought
Still writing poems for her
The romantic nights
That I spent with her
Those were the contracts
Signed by her for my murder
The Romantic Nights
The romantic nights That I spent with her Those were the contracts Signed by her for my murder
Amazing work. Keep it up, dear.
Who was that angel 😇 and how she dared to kiss you? 😄
Pain, peace & perfection…
Rare combination.
Just ❤️ this poem.
Original, creative word…
You’re a hidden gem
Pain is the real master of an artist, always remember that.
Original, creative work…
You’re a hidden gem
Pain is the real master of an artist, always remember that.