Us

 US 

 November yielded her the power, 

to portray the position contradictory to clever clovers.

The demon tied her dispensed in the daffodils of death,

All blue , All black, ready to become white , but the marks turning out to become red.

Greensome Avenue, regression in every love life factor,

The pages are turning out to pick the next book this time.

Her eyes clicked on his shadow,

And the ashen of her dark brown eyes, whispered silently.

Even she couldn't hear its voice,

As the noises of nostalgia trapped her in the lap of no recovery,

He held her close to her timeless classic class ,

And he smiled at her, seeking the peace' , she feasted on true love this time.

No alas! Or ,All Alas?

She was the standing next to turmoil,

About to loose herself in the rinse of regret and the demon,

He ran near to her,Held her hand , passionately. interwiled her fingers with his,

And rescued her, in his circles of care and bestowed her like she is the only thing he adored, a bliss.

Is it gonna last like the last love of a lovely laughter,

Or is it gonna end through the tough and rough returned regards of rudimentary reckoned reclined repentance?

No exception, No expectations, No experience, No eagerness,

Just peace, patience, purity and just piousness,

All around.

Feelings and emotions cannot be expressed ,

With the will of the willing willingly.

The time has flown and fallen in the Gallen of glass,

The pages of pink lilies layed underneath to harness the human in humanity.

Lips so tender but so tight,

Faking faith in the Phantom of fuel.

She looked at him,

Breathing so heavily,

Love in his eyes, doubt in her, but still affectionately.

Then, here comes the crusade when two passengers,

Bethrotal of their towns meet .

But resist shaking hands , as shaking hands can hurt them , seriously,

So they just look in the eyes of their love and don't say another single word.

 Ringed around the rings of phrases phenomenology,

The tragedy of true' rushes takes time ,

heniously or genuisly?

Love cannot be concised in the caster of course and smooth paths,

Cause beaten are worth, beaten are us,

In the end ,through the Enigma of being enthusiastic enough.

The seasons can never be received within,

The pages can never be turned back and read in the regards of the reciever,

Cause the reciprocation hummage the rummaged reckoned believer,

That castle of cards protecting the pedestal turn the suicidal ideation in the fatal feaver.

LOVE - LoSt on value enough,

Trust- treasoned reckoning us sitting through time.

Fuck- featuring us closing  kleptomiacly 

Us- used severely 

(By different people)

So let the time run and the turmoil turn,

The mighty gate of gone girl.

The boy can't be mistook curing her curse,

Cause he is the only boy who truly loved her back.

The cast of gullible minds,

And the love of two lost leveraged genders.

The holy heart got wrapped around there "US" word,

Cause When they both become "US",there comes the trust.

US- Uniting severely

Like never before,

In the eulogy of even Eureka, 

They both wept,

The tears were not visioned in summer's blue,

Is that all so true?

US- Undesired suffering

They both go through,

To articulate a nexus between them,

To seek the bond , that distorts all the bondages,

A saga that can seek silver ware and a  soul pair for ages in all mighty adages

US - Uniquely alas! Or seldomly Last!

US- they both were Unconditionally sufficient

Leeza