CRUSADER
In the dark of the night, shadows burning, wounds are ripe.
He goes in search of a refuge; he needs some place to hide.
No one knows this unknown entity; a crusader with no
identity.
He is the nestling of bloodshed; he is a seeker of serenity.
All I want is a one last kiss,
Clinging to a life I didn’t own.
The dark angel’s got the best of me,
I wish I’d told you everything I knew.
Time gone can never come back.
If I had one single wish,
I would ask for an ENDLESS KISS.
Looking down on his wretched life, he covers himself in dirt
& grime.
Halfway through to Hades, he prays to pass another night.
All of life plays like a tune, with painful parts he wishes
to prune.
With one woman on his mind, he keeps wishing for the moon.
All I want is a one last kiss,
Clinging to a life I didn’t own.
The dark angel’s got the best of me,
I wish I’d told you everything I knew.
Time gone can never come back.
If I had one single wish,
I would ask for an ENDLESS KISS.
Is this your own poem??
ReplyDeleteYes, this is my own poem. I wrote it a few days back during a lecture in college because I was bored :)
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