My excitement towards her has ended. All these overjoyed moments and it was
all like we always pretended.
It should have come to a full stop by now, but there is a spark in me.
Maybe this could work out as I intended?
Yet, my worth in her eyes got lost the moment I told her what I intended.
Is, then, any of this worth it?
The destiny made us meet,
but still,
we leave it all fragmented?
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
