When I think of a day in my happy place,
The day a smile doesn't cross my face,
The day I read your familiar name,
And those seven letters don't feel the same.
I know that that day I can tell myself,
That I saw this coming, like a book on the shelf,
But please, I beg, don't make me see,
A lifeless world lacking you with me.
When all admiration, bewitching young words,
No longer have the spark preferred,
When all that affection ceases to stay,
You can leave with not a word to say.
But when you have something on your mind,
That doubt and trouble seem easy to find,
Tell me what matters, don't hesitate to do,
When whatever's in there matters to you.
-Aneesha
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Poëzie[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #31 in Poetry (10th October, 2016) Poems. Some, outcomes of our vurnerable past. Some, results of our imperfect present. Others, products of our boundless imagination. Mine? Here they are. ***
