At that brief time
When i wait
For the alphabets
To strike my tomb of words
And then the reservoir of thoughts flinched
To the poetry
In my mind with
Short lines rip through
Like bullets
From a machine gun
Then,
The emotional cane whistles like her
Sounds over the phone
Through which my drums
Beat with the tune of palms
Which makes me
Run into her lavishing arms
And nothing can pull me back not even
The memories of love i had once
Known stolen kisses savoured for so long
My silence waits
Endlessly waits
And then unable to bear it
Any further, it breaks into wails
Wait a minute, do realize
I'm dancing with the words
Dancing cruelly and bouncing
In wooden joy
Joy that hits the mind
To craft out a little bit
Emotional sounds to
Smooth her stressed day out
With smiles of joy?
Written by Love Artist
© Jake The Broken
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