• nihar_ 20w

    Lament of a broken heart.

    My verses come from the bottom of my heart.
    Without my beloved I am breaking and falling apart.

    Lamenting I am for her touch and gaze.
    Lonely and deathly are now days.

    She is an angel of whose name I chant in my spirit.
    Does she even know that I am longing and desparate.

    Poems fuel my adequacies of emotions and feelings.
    Writing this verses is hard and deeply congealing.


    ©trotandfool