Friday, 12 March 2021

oxymoron



Silenced sentences have always been my cup of tea,
No struggle of writing down, no worries of setting them free,
The tale of love and the fragrance of dove,
the more you hold, the more you're unable to flee.
If I tend to disclose the reason of this oxymoronic approach,
I'll blame You , for you confined me in your infinity..
❤️❤️