Tryst – a secretly scheduled meeting of two lovers.
We are a lover without a name,
Our world is in your hands.
We are a lover without a name,
It’s a dangerous meeting.
The time will come,
We are counting down the days.
The time will come,
Our souls will meet again and again.
They’re the ones to blame,
We are born this way.
They’re the ones responsible for actions,
We are born as human beings.
We are a lover without a name,
Our world is in your hands.
We are a lover without a name,
It’s a dangerous meeting.
April 26, 2016 at 5:01 pm
I loved the concept… 🙂
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April 26, 2016 at 5:03 pm
Appreciated it 🙂
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April 26, 2016 at 4:47 am
Great piece! 🙂
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April 25, 2016 at 6:56 pm
I really love the pic that accompanies the poem. I can tell you this: You picked the right pic for this because of the tone of the poem. And its great that you can recognize this. Poetry is about capturing a moment, take another person to that moment and make them feel whether its happy, sad or even angry. This is a very good poem.
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April 25, 2016 at 7:33 pm
Thanks for the feedback 🙂
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