poetry – Page 2 – Youthopia

Love Retreats

It happened on a dark stormy night, For a second when our tensed gazes met, And the longing confusion was

Wealth of pelf A step is walked and stridden hard, Sailing against the tides of every evil smart.

Taj Mahal Never does she rest on the bold base in bare, For the delicate paintings drape her ever

The book of life life is an empty book you write its chapters on your own either they’ll be interesting

He always hid in her hair On days when she would Deepen in some other’s arms. On days, when the

I Rove the Entire COSMOS I Glide through it ALL. I, The Surge of Endless Possibilities, Come to ALL, Claim

Evening seems strikingly unusual sometimes, Life appears so inanimate sometimes, If you identify then enlighten me as well, That why

If you are a Muzik maniac, we expect you are in Boom, Belgium right now. If not, don’t be disheartened.

My heart never lets it out.. so i shut my mouth. i walk along her.. and keep quiet.. and curse

I ask him to take a picture of the ocean for me knowing full this wanderlust would not retreat to