I bunk days when it's in your absence,
knowing my day won't go on without your sun.
Fingers hovering over silly numbers in hesitance ,
Would a call tell you me as well?
Empty lanes i dream we could joke around,
I want to add myself in things you have missed.
Tell you how beautiful that ground was,
Tell you how beautiful dancing was.
But i was too scared.
I sat with my ego and watched you smile, question me with your brows,
A smile and a nod, ego told me how inhumane was it for me to miss you.
When you are nothing except a space in my heart,
You weren't my soulmate,
You weren't my another half,
You weren't my mother,
Nor were you my top.
I have left my ego behind in the same seat,
Now i will tell you about the space you have filled,
About the things you are to me
I will tell you i love,
Before the end of this day, i will keep on saying things that are True to you.
I would never know the hate you did give me as a gift.
I am trying to battle it all,
Insecure of soul, and ego in the blood
Guess i wasn't meant to love
I wasn't meant to love you.
Nor was your heart meant to.
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PoesieI have written words for you, but you do not know what words are. I have written songs on you, but you do not know what the gods are. I have written stories on you, but you do not know what the lives are. Yeah goddamn it's just poetry in their get...
