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Wandering soul Jan 2015
Another sleepless night
under the starry sky
When the moon kissed
her lover goodbye
Joined but , for a few moments
each day
Destined was she ,
never to see
her suns ray
Her heart was dark
But his burnt bright
He ushered in the day
She cradled the night
She lived in the shadows
He in the light
these two lovers the earth
would never respite
And thus under every starry
sleepless sky
Did The moon kiss
her lover a long
goodbye
Wandering soul Oct 2014
A starry night
A cloudy day
A few drops of rain
The month of May

Flowers freshly bloomed
The early morning dew
Gifts wrapped up and tied
Maybe a chocolate or too

Coffee on a rainy day
Strong winds that make me quiver
Clear blue skies,the birds
And soothing music that just makes me shiver

Chimes that sway in the breeze
The ripples in water that I see
The grainy texture of the sand
The sun shining bright on all the land
And it's light and all of this together
Is what you are for me,My love
The saving grace in bad weather
Wandering soul Aug 2014
If I didn't have you
The sun wldnt
shine as bright
The stars wldnt
make me wish at night
The hands of the clock wldnt
Move agonisingly slowly
When I'm nt in ur sight
My heart wldnt beat
Slow and fast
And I wldnt want
Anything to last
I wldnt Hv a reason
to smile every morning
And I wldnt Hv a reason
For sleepless nights too
And I wldnt ever Hv love
In life
Baby If I didn't Hv you
Wandering soul Aug 2014
Looking through the window
I see you and me
Together stand
Looking through the window
I see u smiling and kissing my hand
Looking through the window
I see you with a single rose
Looking through the window
I see myself happy and content
And it'll always be me looking through the window
While you're with someone else
Hurt.
Wandering soul Aug 2014
They say
Humans had four legs
and hands
And the gods divided them
And that they would spend
The rest of their lives
Trying to feel complete
Trying to find their other half
Trying to be whole.
Is that why I'm so broken ?
Poetry isn't written:
                                                        ­                                    
Words are written,
and Poetry is read.
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