My eyelashes are burdened
by the morning dewdrops; a...
Underneath these eyelids of mine
Are tears held in captivity...
I often scribble your
name on paper...
In the hour at twelve,
with darkness at its peak...
It's as if love has a vendetta
to tie barbed wire around an eager heart...
I come alive, with the colors of lives that have...
I fade, so brightly with orange and red...
My eyes are of poison ivy,
itching 'til I can no longer see...
-Written for a contest, based on the 7 Wonders of...
The romantic 'pon my pen...
A country called India...
When I think of my country India...
If we were to sleep
with no ceiling...
*original form*
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Amidst these stolen glances,
our hearts whisper lust...