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love's comma


I feel something in my heart
it feels like darts
being thrown, I’m being torn apart
am I that smart
as to ignore what’s in there
as I smear
tear stains of my face
I am just a cupids case
A fight with someone dear
oh! How I wish she was here
so that I can caress her cheeks
and take a peek
Inside her heart
It was a live at first sight
so we tried with all our might
to be together
damn I wanted her
and she wanted me
a thing only she could see
so we fought on
to find our home
that was our embrace
After some desperate tries
after some white lies
we got together
both me and her
and damn we were happy
we chatted all and night in our lappy
but it had to come to a comma
so here I am writing this
desperately missing our hugs and our kiss
It was no one’s fault
but our story has come to a halt
Desperately loving each other with all our heart
we almost fell apart
but we sorted out our things now
and I do want to bow
Down to those who helped us
gently pushing us towards each other
Being a help not a bother
our friends who care for us
Being a gentle gust
of wind for our love
-yakaa: jujaan

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