It's all too good, it's all too glee
Till the time you actually go on and seal the promise...
What if, what brought you to doom was that label, cause everything worked so well until the token of love came into play.... Cause with it, came expectations creeping in between the love tales and insecurities loomed behind your words. The love which was supposed to blanket you with care and warmth, started to choke you... Its grip got too tight to let your affection bloom. The love that was free flowing ocean was caged and instead of slipping out through the gaps.. It escaped out all at once.. But in such a humongous amount that you didn't know how to let it flow within you...
So the next time it's all too good, and it's all too glee... Don't go around looking for the labels to attach to your love... Cause it can't be held, it can't be tamed. Love will always me the ever moving water current, the never ending sky above. Love will always be the spring you can't control... It'll always arrive at its own time, in its own way and in all its might. Love will always be the wild spirit that only knows how to live free... All you can do is, show your gratitude and if it doesn't return your smile... Remember, they'll again come a time when
It'll be all too good and all to glee.
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MIRAGE
PoetryA collection of poetry. It's all about giving words to your thoughts. Poetry is where heart finds solace.
