Only if the grief would have engraved
In the lonely cracks of my soul
Maybe then it would have been a little okay.
But the curse of feeling too much
And yet failing to express every sentiment
Becomes the burdened voice in the corridors
Of affection left unreturned.
Should I consider being kind hearted
A curse or a blessing ?
To escape these emotional paradoxes
That weighs heavily on my existence
Is something for once, I need.
But maybe the curse is in
Expecting no reciprocity ,and the
Blessing might be in the purity of intention,
The selfless offerings of emotions that seek
Nothing but the well-being of the cherished other.
The distress that came from falling too deeply in love,
Will I ever be able to escape them all?
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Sunsets With Riya
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