Genre: Rhyme, Life
Our love for sure was a suppressed story
Chained in complete clandestine,
While the stars giggle as we found snugger in each arms
While the moon fortified our path through a wonderful love
While the dark skies camouflaged the unrevealed torment of the future
While the wind heard the whistling, rustlings of the hushed sweetness
While the clouds canopied us from tears
Our love was reserved only for the two of us, hoarded…
So, when our love was falling, drifting, ripping apart
Tears had to fall gracefully, carefully
So nobody could hear the rippling pain, not a single soul alive
While the stars?
The moon?
The skies?
They could do nothing but gazed us, parting ways- rifted, ruptured
For the last time, before I go North and you trod down South
We cuddled under the pouring rain
Wishing the waters would take away every bit, every piece of pain…
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