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Locked
Held captive
by the lingering memories of
stolen wild moments, secret words & borrowed forbidden love.
The first iced fire
breathes on my lips.
I hear the beats our hearts exchanged.
I smell the lusty
hours spent with you.
Once, I,
the colour of your passion
dripped over you in peace.
And yet my love
I was not enough.
You pulled away me
from ME & now own
MY mind.
The burdensome distance
spills over like hot oil;
burning me each day.
Your silence, like sword
slays my heart.
I am still waiting
for your soft words to sink into my skin & heal my wounds.
I know, I am but
dreaming a distant dream.
Roaring like thunderstorm,
you are back to feel my heart
for a clean start.
© Bindu
#waiting #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #writer #heartbreaks #Feelings
by the lingering memories of
stolen wild moments, secret words & borrowed forbidden love.
The first iced fire
breathes on my lips.
I hear the beats our hearts exchanged.
I smell the lusty
hours spent with you.
Once, I,
the colour of your passion
dripped over you in peace.
And yet my love
I was not enough.
You pulled away me
from ME & now own
MY mind.
The burdensome distance
spills over like hot oil;
burning me each day.
Your silence, like sword
slays my heart.
I am still waiting
for your soft words to sink into my skin & heal my wounds.
I know, I am but
dreaming a distant dream.
Roaring like thunderstorm,
you are back to feel my heart
for a clean start.
© Bindu
#waiting #poem #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #writer #heartbreaks #Feelings
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