A poet itself, makes their time eternal by dealing with the words. I'm a non sophisticated introvert who finds solemn ways to build an outlet for my stuff!✨
Still a mystery, How he sent you And the doubt is, Why did he send you? Your eyes, they’re like, Blue Sapphires glimmering bright Your gentle smile, It always melts me Your each touch, Makes me so vulgar Your voice, that’s it, I always prefer We’re not so abroad, We can hold hands, Any time; And walk down the streets, Cause we’re so close, Like living together, Since we got it! I’m always, Lying next to you You turn your head, And you always talk, With your eyes But now; Both are blurred, No clear view Cause we know, This will soon be an end, As it was you, who went, To the ICU first I’m here making myself, So confident and ready, To go there next My mind bears, Thousand hesitations You know, I’ve already said, Those three empty words By my eyes; I know you too! It’s the God’s will, To choose the first; Out of us, to see the heaven.. If me before you is called, I’ll say them to call you soon, Then we’ll dance, Till midnight and, Say those untold words, Maybe today, tommorow, Soon, in heaven!
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