Tuesday, May 21, 2019

She


The canvas I wished to paint,
Eternal love, Lived by a mortal.
The world says will be forever incomplete,
Doubts have bugged me too, sans the bottle.

I hate why stories last so long,
Let one of them die, write them a song.
The protagonists however manage to live,
 And bring irrelevant characters along.

But I really hope that you live,
And I too manage to beat time.
And if not now, if not in this world,
Someday, somewhere, you shall be mine.

Till then, we breathe.



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