It has never been you.
It has always been the memories that we wove together
The promises that we made to each other
And the unpredictable future I would predict with you.
You see
It has always been a word, a memory or an unseen future story.
It has never been a person, this love
It has got its way to seep into your heart
And then freeze the mind
And this dear heart fails to think, all it knows is how to feel.
This love is all bright and beautiful as long as you donot notice how it enters
And there is always a crack or a soft corner in your fragile heart
And viola! This sly love blooms.
But I want a love that grows.
Coz flowers bloom too, but they wither too soon
But it's the trees that grow and grow
And keep soaring high through the thick and thin.
Maybe it is the soft corner in my heart that allowed you to enter
And now, you are all over.
YOU ARE READING
Walking Into The Nights
PoesiaAs the night visits These thoughts revisit They wave a hi Or sometimes, they just walk by They hold on tight And let her write Or they just get swayed Before she holds them back. ----------------------------------------------------------------- *T...
