द्वारा ~The-Journalist
he sings to her
and my heart
twitches.
i almost wish
that it's me
that he'd sing to.
a voice like honey,
a mind like a labyrinth
a smile like flame and ice.
red-haired devil,
आप have stolen my heart
and i'm not asking for it back.
ah, ye of the Wildean wit,
and of the double-edged tongue,
your psalms are recited द्वारा me each day.
आप play god and the devil each दिन with my mind,
your works teasing my ears.
but he will never know me.
and each day,
my soul becomes less hopeful.
but oh, if he could only hear my words,
'twould be enough for me
and my soul
could live gracefully.