Prachi Singh
Romance Tragedy
The way we aparted,
You left me alone with tears,
My soul detached from body,
And no more to say,
I am like a fish,
Dwelling without water.
Perfection!
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This Road
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
Blue skies, And a desolate place... Blue skies, And a desolate place...
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
I always admire, To peep into his pure heart... I always admire, To peep into his pure heart...
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
Lust is that tag that defines love. Lust is that tag that defines love.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
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