Once upon a time,
there was pair of siblings.
In the grand scheme,
not worth of more than few shillings.
It was a boy named Dave and
a girl named Kayla.
As usual,
Kayla was beautiful and delicate.
But, Dave was a strong fella.
Oh!
Did i say siblings?
Apologies,
as they were cousins,
with a bond stronger than it.
At least he believed as such.
Once upon a time,
They lived miles apart.
They used to meet.
Once,in a year.
For him, it was conquest.
Treasure at the end of the map.
Light at the end of the tunnel.
Salvation.
Life started anew.
And the clock was reset.
Once upon a time,
he wanted to do so many things.
For his realization of sub-standardization,
he couldn't even share food with her.
His wishes.
His dreams.
His crushes and,
his schemes,
were incomplete.
Always.
Always, he was,
left waiting for her.
To ask.
To talk.
His sisters were the only friends he had.
Not one but, three.
Belief was that, its mad.
Once upon a time,
A young, naive Dave,
hoping for,
once there will be a time,
that the light takes a first step,
towards him.
Before it gets dim.
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The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
