Crooked ways of wicked mind,
Its cruel in its own way,
N one of its kind.
A breeze of memoirs it gushes thru,
All I know is,
It is in search of you.
It seeks an adrenaline rush I assume,
Entire mind space it consumes.
The mind hallucinates ur presence,
Crooked mind leaves the senses with no choice.
Ears hear ur sweet voice,
The nose senses ur fragrance,
The skin shivers for the touch,
The eyes presume they see you,
But the heart knows,
Its a mirage,
Too good to be true.
2 comments:
I was going to write something with the same title. This is cool though :)
hey ! thanks for posting the comment, m glad u liked it, write whatever u had to write :) and share, would love to read it :)
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