How can I forget thy sweet touch?
An innocent soul's gentle brush,
Smile of a lovely angle's glee,
Spirit of woman in thy scent.
Innocent smile of a child.
A smile untouched by filth.
God himself cannot help but watch,
Mesmerised by his own creation.
Flames of her anger,
Burn from the fires of hell,
With her fury eyes,
Burning your very soul
Her beauty is not skin deep,
Her love cannot be seen,
Her pains cannot be felt,
Her misery will not be spelt.
Love her not,
For she is so pure,
She cannot pained,
She cannot be tied.
Lying down, looking at the stars,
God's lil dots on the sky.
The mighty titans of far far worlds,
Infinite,Inumerable,humbling.
The moon in a corner,
Shining with all its might,
Reflecting the glory of sun,
In a white glow of purity.
The fluffy clouds flowing like a river,
Smooth,shapless icebergs in the sky.
Eclipsing the stars and hiding the moon,
With an eerie glow,helped by the moon.
The sparkle of stars remind me of her eyes,
The bright moon was like her face,filled with glee,
The clouds that eclipse them was flowed like hair flowing on her face,
Her beauty in the night sky,Her face imprinted in the cosmos foreever....
and the words just flowed out. by allajunaki, literature
Literature
and the words just flowed out.
and the words just flowed out...
i didnt make an effort..
it just came to me..
what i felt bout u....
how i felt the situation was..
and how u were dealing with it
its beautiful, coz it was pure...
No atrificiallity
No afterthoughts
its pure fellings engraved in words
can only be unlocked by one person reading it...
that person was u...
no one else would understand its intensity
no one else will understand
to them its a string of pretty words, that flow in a pattern ,
just a poetry
it just happens
not by delibrate effort
not by thought
just a feeling
just an emotion
the gleee of talking to one person,
the only per