Running away
One fine day
We stop
Breathless..
We did it
You and me
We shout
In wilderness..
It is unusual
For I never trust
Anyone
Cause I am a mess....
Yet you come,
Hold my hand
Calm me down
And shower all of your promises...
Waking me up
In middle of night
You whisper in my ears
The promise of being there
Not forever
But...
Always.
YOU ARE READING
||Carpe Diem:Poems|| Wattys 2019
Poetry"When the sun sets low, The horizon glimmers. When your heart sets low, The pen in your hand shivers." -Prakriti
