Across the crowded room
Alive with mirth,
The siren’s song
Drawing him in
Towards
A certain death…
Full of foreboding,
Beacons in the rough sea,
Warning him in the dark night
Of the dangers of closing in…
Before he is dashed against the rocks.
Stormy like the sea
Pulling him underwater,
And keeping him a prisoner
For a lifetime…
Eyes that sing to him
Across the crowded room.
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They will be siren songs and blue eyes that enchant your soul … Maybe he dies in her arms.
Beautiful Shaily.💝
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Thank you, Yvonne! When we fall in love, in a way we die, because whatever we do, we do it to make our love happy. In hindi, there is an old song, “Ranjha Ranjha karte karte me khud Ranjha hoi” (I said his name so many times, I became him.)
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