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[8] tamaniyya

THE ART OF LOVE:

Somewhere between late night calls, silly arguments

Sharing food, laughing at the silliest jokes

We had fallen madly in love

You became my rooh, I became your jaan.

Because friends don't give me the look you do

Because friends don't hold me the way you do

Because friends don't know all our secrets hideouts

Just friends will never love me the way you do.

But our love is veiled, tainted

It is a love only we know of

It is a love only the stars know of

You are my rooh, I am your jaan.

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this poem isn't actually all that good, just a little something I wrote before going to sleep last night c:

I had the songs 'Friends' by ed sheeran in head when I wrote this ❤

in case any of you don't know the meaning of 'rooh', it means 'soul' in urdu.

alright, bye lovelies! until the next trashy poem! c;