meet me where we both ask for a holiday,
mix me a lotion how I can never be aged like the mortals in any way.
Blend me a juice what works better than an alcohol,
take me to an unknown place,somewhere that I see,will make me droll.
Stay there with me when I wrote my very first poem so that I could name it after you,as if your existence is real.
Talk to me like someone who knows every little secrets about me in detail so well.
Give me a reason why I cry to simple things in my dream.
Marking with symbols like exclamatory in my scream.
Are all these just delusions to the extreme?
YOU ARE READING
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
