..When we finally meet..

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My fear runs deep within

I fear when our hands finally meet,

our lips collide into one being,

and you hear the sound of my heart yearning for yours in repeat,

all the promises and I love yous on the tip of our tongues

I will not be what you painted me to be

the colors all the wrong shades the brightness in all the wrong places.

when we will finally be together,

I fear my veil would brush away leaving my flaws on full display

which means the perfect girl in your canvas would remain your dream and my nightmare.

a dream you'll run towards leaving behind the flawed messed-up version of black, grey, and blood red.

for I will not be the girl you fell in love with, for I will always be the truth you'll run away from.

-garima

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Something I wrote awhile back hope you guys like it :)

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