My love will not wither away Like the momentous beauty of a Rose, But I am the weed, no matter how much you pluck away It sprouts again and grows…" -(Precious Love)
My bridled soul leaps under the pressure of desires, Chained i am by this organic-societal form from galloping free My mind heaves me to safety,but heart is ready for doom... An all knowing glance pierced deep through my skin Smiling at my ailing and...
