I watch you from across
my bed
your legs crossed and eyes lost
and I've stood across you inside my heart
with my feet dangling,
hoping when I have to leave
you'll spare the floor beneathsome 70 year old poem in the back of my head
a verse for loving, another to being loved backSomewhere the moon is mimicking your dimples,
Not here.
I hid promises behind the stars,
But the night petrified itself.I see it all ending above
as the celestial love comes shooting down
You are unaware—You draw the curtains
But the soil does not sow light
from the night time
I pray that
the sky forgives my chest, for our
differences were too much
These shooting stars scream vengeance
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The Language of Rain
Poetry[TW :- CRINGE] Here, burns the bonfire of my heart. this is a random collection of poems and thoughts.