It's a collection of some unbounded poems which somehow might pattern up to the psyche of different phases of our lives. It's how Q/A soliloquies permutate and combine and conclude subtle life events and their chronology. But the question paradox sh...
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Hey! I will be forever speared by your curls... Take An Appointment After Some Years Just To Say How Ya Doin... I always knew that it was just a matter of time before you would fly away into your dreams- Yet i tried not barring the overflowing affection and adoration for you and finally i felt the sting after 3 years. Do I even need hints to seek happiness? It seems way more pretty and perpetual to be just an infatuatory wave. So it was love....It was love man.... Would I love my wife any different? I have grown up, naturally shredding off impulses and stupidity of mine- Yet i will forever be an absolute kid about your eyes - a peekaboo to die for. And your voice just before you laugh - And your voice when you converse magically through the hours And your time....just your time... When i listen to the songs that you send me...
The way you turned into a hugging koala after a bottle and just randomly started your solo rock concert with an imaginary guitar and just my sunglasses (big for your head) in your checkered shirt and black skinny joggers... And the way you had your hands around my neck while i got arrested in those eyes and we did the slow moves to your precious music algorithm. Even if ya just a smoll girl with an eight inch difference and i am almost a polar bear in proportion i will still get down on my knees...
The way i could be with you that serene night - Us walking down... From our school to drop you off your home - Walking down one memory lane to another. While i just have the solo heartrush. A common affair of my life when i find this curly woman exiting her vehicle and the tension just before i gotta bid her adieu near her home or over the texts. You make my day when you do the first message or make that smiling face after having the first bite of my culinary trials I just wish I could ever turn on John Mayer's Gravity at your rooftop - Meet your eyes more in sober state as it drizzles a bit, And....you know it.... And I just wish I could ever slow dance with you as it would drizzle a bit. I would get to traverse the time if- I could hug you as it would drizzle a bit...
You will Always Be V.I.P to me.
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