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Capture my smile and sorrows with your lips.
I get tired of feeling. Won’t you get tired of listening to how I feel?
Loving you comes as easy as breathing to me.
His smile glows bright as sun, And, her eyes illuminates the shine of the moon.
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Another lifetime, different us. Would you come find me?
I had a bearable life,
-Until you came.
For now, I have a shambled life along with your shadow.
Hope the ocean tides wash away the prickling sensation felt by this frame of flesh.
The rain, the winter, the snow. All are same to me. For they no longer simmer down the tangible heat inside me.
Alone, but free.
Lonely, but free.
His eyes scare me; What if, I’m not the one they search for?
Is it more chaotic or, are we less in love?
You don’t feel you, anymore; Rather someone else in your body. Someone who was made from ashes of our burnt home.
Your are like some of those people; God made, after having warm and comforting hot chocolate for breakfast.
There is something exquisitely beautiful about, Old and withering people keeping their heart romantic and alive.
Now, Even the paper can’t hold this surplus amount of pain. And, Even the mind can’t articulate a coherent thought to describe this ache.