Month: November 2015

SOON

When will these slumbered words wake up?

To reach out to wrenched ones in a grimy club

When will the catastrophe of my mind be at peace?

Hoping the pessimistic thoughts to cease

When will my empty soul be filled with jubilance?

To know that you have more than an insurance

When will the missing puzzle piece be found?

Because all I want is to be safe and sound

When can I dauntlessly indulge love?

Still praying for that one from above

When will the ice that embraces my heart melt?

To have that burning desire inside that smokes scent

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