Not Anymore… : Part 2

Not Anymore Part 2

Our means of love,

visible in every move,

traces us not to go apart

from a memorable past

to a destined future,

that we sketch over

a wall of white color,

yet to painted 

by our untainted

souls to last to gather…

.P.S. Those who haven’t been through the 1st part of this poetry series, check it out here:

*¬†Not Anymore… : Part 1

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She is mine


I pampered her all through the paths in my world.

Not with an unruffled objective,

But for the notary rights,

Semantic interests,

Explicit belief,

Harmonious wishes,

And ‘something‘ she owns in me.

I don’t know what it is,

Or why didn’t I ask her about it yet.

When she comes nearer to me,

A doubtless incarnation will spell around me.

She knows,

I’m ‘everything‘ for her.

But still, I don’t know,

Why she is more than ‘anything‘ for me.

When she kisses me,

I can’t keep my adrenaline rush to control the normal human desire,

Perhaps, they are just emotions;

Can be controlled or not?

I wish,

Nope, I could control it.

If I can’t,

What’s the difference between me and a rapist for her?