Maybe it wont work,
Maybe it will just be the same,
Maybe it will be better than before,
Maybe it will be just a joke that only lasts for a while,
and we wont even go a mile,
This time we got to take it slow.
This is a dream ,
from which fantancies come real,
But in which of the two are we leaving in,
Fantacies or reality,
But either way,
this time we got to take it slow.
Maybe this is just a fluctuation,
Maybe this is just a game of emotions,
Maybe this is lovethrough the window ,
That is about to leave me a widow,
and sooner orlater be replaced by the hate,
stading right at the door not wanting to go to waste,
This time we got to take it slow.
Let this not be an act of desparation,
filled with confusing notions,
and a lot of puzzles to be complete,
yet our hearts are not to compete,
I urge us,
This time we take it slow.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR POETRY ,MY LOVER
कविताIf the air around us, had a voice..it would sing poetically, some words cannot be described especially when they contain our feelings, you just have to let it flow let you flow with the words, let me flow the words ....
