Poems are the flow of feelings and emotions running down the pen into the bright welcoming paper; Poems are the twirling passions in the heart of the one curving the words into it. Twitter: Sherinenajdi
A hint of inspiration;. Blasting through me as hope lights up my mind;. The start of a stirring renovation;. An open road into novelty so brutal yet kind. My plethoric devotion;.
• And when I look into your eyes;. A hint of adrenaline rushes through my body;. I see beauty and manliness that belie;. A soft heart in no way haughty. • As my mind dwells over thoughts of you;.
When the breeze of serenity finally blows my way; The blazing agony grasps my heart; I am suffocating walking along this pathway; Will it ever end or is this only the start.
What if you're facing your greatest fear.. does it mean the end?.
Will my heart bear much longer. Will it burst with the agony within. Will my eyes always blur with the tears; The tears that hold my sorrow and fears Will I ever be free of this melancholy.