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Dominance

These wolves, they always contest for dominance, and we call them hearts. © Soshinie Singh Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling Come join me on Facebook: Author S.A. Singh

Shipwreck

And if I should lose myself to you everyday, Through the miles which create the compass of my heart I'll throw my body out into the waves And hope I'll land shipwrecked On your shore one day. ©…

Dare to Look

For once, I gave into the dare, And stared into your eyes, So that I could see The home that I made. © Soshinie Singh Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling Come join me on Facebook:…

His words serenades with my insecurities, Blanketing all the things I fear, And his voice finds me in that place Where I need to know That certain aspects of beauty can still be understood, Rendering the stars to twinkle behind…

Shooting Star

And if I had to describe you, You would be that shooting star I constantly wished upon, But never really came true. © Soshinie Singh Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling Come join me on Instagram:…

Suppose

Suppose, We were of a greater body, with Earth as the Heart And Us, as the veins and arteries pumping life and liaising with the other organs we orbit around, What a catastrophe we would cause, As the burning star,…

Underwater Twister

The tide dragged me to the twister in the sea, That deep hole Which sucked me in, Into its under water craze, And I lost myself in your madness, Retreating when the calm came Without any limbs. - You see,…

Shred

No matter how much I shred Those painful parts of my heart, The pain still lances through, Each sealed crack, That looks renewed. © Soshinie Singh Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling Come join me on…

Lost Sands

Head on over to Genre: Urban Arts to read my latest poem on their blog. Do share the link with your friends. © Soshinie Singh

Splinters

There is a splinter, Embedded deeply into my heart, Protruding like a spike But, I cannot seem to pry it loose Else, it threatens for my heart To bleed out. - This splinter is the Story of…