I remember people telling
me that time flies,
But I couldn't feel it as I was busy
suppressing my cries.
There were moments when about the direction- I had no clue,
But I just continued on to the direction in which the wind blew.
I don't know how I kept going,
Was it my love that was unknowing?
Now I know what's true love...
I don't know her name,
Neither do I worry about her fame.
It could be the two of us,
And I'd never make a fuss-
over her to love me.
Maybe it's one-sided,
But it's the love I've guided,
and it means a lot.
Together we can be one,
and that's when my story begun.
I left my home.
To the nearby ancient Rome.
Where I deem to find her, because that's what my heart tells me to do.
I'll meet her and tell her just this once,
"You and I are meant,
to be."
"You and I are yet,
to be."
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Yet To Be
PoetryPoetry - #43 - 14.5.16 What if you're life turned out to change, By that just one person who appeared all of a sudden. What if she meant the whole world to you, Before you even heard her voice. What if the love was one-sided, Not even a notice. What...
