Spell
We recite a pool of unspoken words,
swirling around as our paths meet,
wishing they would reach your ears,
of what that's buried heavy in me.
Never will I ever get the courage,
to look through in thy windows,
as my world comes to a halt,
the moment your presence nears.
Mysterious as it may appear,
till this day no clue or whatsoever,
its hard to take my step aback now,
as I didn't leave any trace ever.
Vision that plays the role well,
could only engulf you from far,
in this endless game of passion,
I have nothing but all those seconds.
The burden that hangs in me,
leaves an unbearable pain all day,
no matter how i advice myself,
my heart always ends up in dismay.
The spell that have upon me,
may be gone one merry day,
but the memories that lived in me,
fail it may never to haunt me.
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