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SIX YEARS

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It is just that,
I wanna be head over heels in love with you, all over again,
As if trying to make up,
Lost 6 years,
I don’t know why,
You make me weak,
Yet strong.
You make me vulnerable,
Yet capable.
You make me,
Yet destroy me.
You are the poison,
I love to carry.
Like a cologne,
I smell it often.
Like my breath,
I feel it often.
Like my beats,
It stays their often.
Yet this parched,
Nature of mine,
Beholds me
Holds me so tight.
Like a cocoon,
I shy away,
From expressing
From feeling
And saying it
Out loud.
And i shall be numb, mum and dumb,
Till you say it out loud.
For cadence and imbecile,
We all are.
Yet so aloof
We say,
We do,
And yet we don’t move.
For love is but once,
For life is but lived.
But ever thought,
What it would be,
With a loved one.
Holding hands,
Walking down the aisle
Of life, love, happiness
Childhood, adolescence Old age and tranquil,
Maybe dying et all.
For souls,
Are but alive.
And linger till eternity survives.

@bhoomi

Misery-Chaos
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