Baskadia

Well call me names

But my pen moves with feelings for you.

He beholds a mighty angel

And felonies like me

Are soul reapers that see the true essence from a distance

From dust I was made

And from heaven you came

Be it You may never be mine for you're bethroted

And at a glance I shall drown myself up in thoughts of you and I

That's going to be futile in my conscience

But the heart would always keep such portrait alive.

Indeed I've seen and witnessed

The far fetched sentiments from abode

That I can't keep but watch in despair.

Call me and say to me

It's all a lies. That my fears are only mere entanglement of unknown

Let me thrive in compeplous joy

But I guess this one too is part of my imagination

Giving me a brief sigh before you read this

@drichthepoet