Thinking of just grace in the mind,
To be frivolous and freak of a weird kind;
Bind with avarice life goes baffling in love,
Raffling off conscious, caprice and hove.
Vagrant heart just wonks in her thoughts,
Haunts and bonks, scattering all over my nerves;
As if it deserves a covet dream, where she gleams amidst the rain,
And I get the strike of cocaine bleeding all over my vein.
Quavering Poet.
1st Feb ’08.
iquaver@gmail.com
2 comments:
wat is love if it doesnt hurt?
nothin at all.....
or so i think... :)
cheers!
if u stand on my shoes n see, love is a mystery.
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