
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
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