• nihar_ 6w

    The fury of poetry

    I sit alone thinking verses in my room.
    Thinking of words of perpetual doom.

    My epitome is my beloved and beyond.
    Words power to paint, all languishingly fond.

    I shall slay you with my fury of poetry.
    Respect to woman god's emphyrean geometry.

    In this verses you will know my wrath of expressions.
    My confessions will answer all your questions.

    Deep I will cut your mind in two pieces.
    You may rise morrow in my love for life increases.

    ©ethereal_moods_of_friendship