There it comes with its might
On this lonely misty night
Happy in its own sojorn
Not caring for the forlorn

Slowly rising in crescendo
Down it comes crashing
Leaving behind
Passion.. feelings unbridled

Waves, of days bygone
While my heart yearns…
For respite,yet another rises
prisoner heart, Of its own device.
Damn you! begone!



  1. OH MY GOD.

    How could u even COMPARE this with mine?! this is ur masterpiece, sweetheart!


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