I want to be the girl
he's scared to lose
The one who makes him shiver
with her feathered touch.
I want to be that girl
who is his only princess
The one who can build his dreams
With the utmost care of a mother.
I want to be his girl
he'd hold me tight
and we'll slow dance under the moonlit sky
the breeze blows my hair,his fingers sweep them aside.
I want to be that girl
who makes him lose his sense
for whom he'd fall on his knees
and break all the spells.
I want to be the girl
whom he'd call his wife
The one who would define his love
in golden sermons and starry lights
I want to be the girl
he loves, he holds by her waist
As he tells me about her,
I sit and regret.My silence.
I want to be that girl.
Nice Priyanka, this is wonderfully beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteThats a nice poem..
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