I'll die the day
when my poems
will lose the fragrance
that's yours
my words would
sound empty and
alien to my own ears.
I'll die the day
when my pen
dries of the Ink
that is you
and my letters
would reduce to
a mere white paper
with black scribblings
without a certain hue.
I'll die the day
when my lips meet
in a whisper
devoid of an emotion
that's you
my mentions would
be bland
without the taste
of a name that
is my savoury.
I'll die the day
when my fingertips
would forget the
feel of your skin
my eyelids would meet
but without the replay
behind them
of that enchanting curve
above your chin
I'll die the day
the lanes of my dream
would lose the
brightness of a star
The radiance around
would be blurring
as your essence
would travel afar.
And even though
the love my every being
feels and emanates,
I know it is something
that's all in my head
and would never
breath in reality's shade
Still, I'll die the day
I'd lose the love
that's already dead.
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Just a little something to overcome my block phase.
P.S totally fictional.
Would love to know your reviews! ☺☺