Though I thought you do not have the same importance in my life as earlier,
But still you're the most important topic inside my head,
Though I thought with time the attachment will become detachment,
But you're engraving your colours inside my head like the wounds,
The pattern of feeling I feel within me is like burning fire,
The burn I never felt within before,
So tell me am I the only one who feels this way?
Sometimes I feel you too feel the same way,
Or is it just inside my head?
Tell me that you longed for the same I do,
Tell me it's not ends till what could satisfy us, it's more than that,
Tell me I roam inside your head the you do inside mine
YOU ARE READING
Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
