Poet-Hopeless Romantic-Missionary to the Misunderstood
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You stood clenching Your black heart, Like an unfinished art, Using the tears as paint, And insomnia to acquaint, A tune of paranoia surrounded,
By MT Poetry3 years ago in Poets
Like old friends Our tongues meet, To the passionate rhythm of Our heartbeat, I tasted the pain You had gulped over the years,
As I slowly removed Your clothes filled with melancholy, Your body longed to be touched since an eternity, Let me slowly write a poetry using my lips,
Our emotions exploded like supernova, Through the debris of Our broken bodies, Our bed was drenched in erotica, Giving birth to new galaxies.
In Your eyes I see, My whole life with thee, I wonder if it is destiny, Or an illusion for a beautiful tragedy -MT Poetry
The way raindrops roll down your curves, Makes me want to find words I couldn't write before, Let me write a poetry using my fingers on the body that Your soul deserves,
I was standing right in front of You, Waited centuries to get a glimpse of You, Reminiscing the moments We shared in Our previous birth,
You asked me while playing with Your hair, Is it going to be poison or elixir, Feeling the stretch marks I pinched Your waist,
By MT Poetry3 years ago in Filthy
In this disconnected world We live in, We seek a divine connection. Unworthiness is something We firmly believe in, Yet deep down We crave attention.
May the universe bestow these words with magic, And relieve Your soul of tragic, May these words hit all the chords of Your heart,
My Love was never felt, My emotions could never be heartfelt, Through poetry,may my feelings turn into art, And slowly through the skin it reaches millions of
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, And The heart turns it into art, Your eyes were enough to conquer, And turn this broken heart into art.
