Love is a myth
Until it happens to you
Magical but experienced by a few
Cupid’s miscue, a shot to the heart
Can’t catch a breath, such a beautiful haven
Undeserving, this must be heaven
So beautiful it hurts
But looks can be deceiving
Mind ponders about living or leaving
Tension in the air
It is palpable
A kiss without passion, the night is culpable
It leaves a bitter-sweet taste
Can’t swallow nor spit
Gloomy ambiance but candles were lit
Loves is a myth
Until it happens to you
But when in doubt, is that a cue?
Really enjoyed this once again......great work.
ReplyDeleteLove this! I just wonder how you are consistent with your write-ups.
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ReplyDeleteWow this is lovely. I really enjoy your narrative style
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