Secrecy of Conscience
I was trying to
regain my sanity, when you came with sparkles in those eyes.
Your charm like a plague to my wounds.
I was averting
any strings, when you told me ‘this is where I belong’.
Your glance is overwhelming; taken control
of me.
I was wondering
of serenity, when out of sudden you get the half of me.
Your urge to stay bugging my
contemplation.
I promised to
myself not to letting anyone touch my soul over again, which finally I’d defy—for the
sake of you.
The pain was
linger on every part of my body; yet, you wash them away—disposing any cracked
memories which I buried deep inside my heart.
I recuperated
myself on my own, yet you insist to be there; to be here—where me is only a chaotic psyche who detests herself
for being mere but a loser.
I was still in my
hesitation.
Would I be ready to have a new muse? The question remains as you murmured,
saying you want to resurrect my ideas of love.
Then, as I sipped
my coffee while wandering what it is you really want, you gazing at me
intentionally.
I wish you wholly awake when you said I was
the one you ever wanted.
I wish you wittingly up when you said I am
your desideratum.
Thus, please,
fulfill this longing of tranquility.
Unravel me, to attain the whole of me—I whispered to you back, as you smiled and
pulled me into your arms.
Because I finally—frantically—fighting a faith for you.
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