2 years ago i stood in my terrace and slowly a tear rolled down my eye. That was unbearable time of my life and this is the second. That was one tear but i've forgotten the count of what happens now. I got back on my foot as you picked me up, putting your hand on my back telling me to come and stand up. You were the woman born beneath the wings of a butterfly. All colours. But i didn't knew that i was just made to stand up to be hit by hockey stick on my legs and get laughed on as i break down. Yes, you have broken me to depths and wait i have already forgiven you. Nothing matters to me as much as you do. Your smile. How you curled your lips into a faint smile. The warmth of your breath on my neck. Your confused look as you curled hairs on your finger. When you spiced up and hurried for water. When you went deep into the well of books. He was not the warrior you believed him to be. But i wasn't as bad as him. I was just sensitive. Things you could do for people while i was waiting for your replied in my hushed moments. Your voice whispered through my ears like a prayer in a long lost land. Your smile enlightened my world. Between 2 heartbeats it was your name. My love was fierce and i wanted to kiss all your scars away, but i was not the only one making an effort. You're the most beautiful lady i've known.
The ultimate glow in your eyes.
The fall in your hair.
The reddening cheeks of yours.
The angelic smile of yours.
The sensational touch of yours.
But i didn't have enough spine. You were the dear one, not so much mine.
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