It has become a ritual,
Of my mind wandering off to you.
In silences of clock ticking,
I wander back to you.
I have you,
I have your love,
But still,
My passions are well ignited.
I can see you everyday,
I can touch and smell you,
But still,
I have a fear os losing you.
Maybe, this feeling is not so bad,
Maybe, this drives me to love you more.
Maybe, when I will stop feeling like this,
Then my love will die.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...