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A Caboodle. A brew of everything under the sun..or rather of everything in my head..!! MY LITTLE BEGINNING.

My beau.

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by Akhila_Kannoli

by Akhila_Kannoli

Later at night
I stood awake,
In all the glory
Of my beau.

There he lay
Next to me,
But his heart
No where near.

I am all
But a willow tree,
Curing him
Of all his pains.

Nothing binds us
But a blotch
And a paper.

He loves me not
Yet His love for her
Is truer than true
So he says.

But one day
I am sure,
He will find the
Visible truth.
Me and him
Are meant to be.
Till every aching
Pain may cease.