You walk a few miles toghether on a winter afternoon
You see them shiver a bit as the sunrays start fading away
You watch their lips glisten of saliva of talking themselves out without drinking water for hours.
There is a reason you eat out with that person.
You watch them bite the food,
And that tells a lot.
You watch them mess up the forks
And you watch that person use their hands, with a shy smile.
You watch them react to the food being spicy
And they take your bottle and gulp the water down,
And then smile of akwardness.
There is a reason you go to watch movies
You watch them select the seats, you eat from the same popcorn tub
You watch their emotions as the movie plays out.
Then comes a day
When they fall sick,
You watch them burn in fever, and murmur gibberish.
You watch them vomit and in loose motion, that is how you get to really know a person.
You feel them with their true emotions and self.
That is how buds of true love form.
Whether they shall blossom or not is your story to write my friend.
LOKI
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
