It feels uneasy,
this silence of melancholy
I am just a boy
Naive enough to drown
in the river filled with you
Too much in love
To not shiver.
Among the flickering embers,
Giving me hope.

.

Cornered among my own self,
I write those lines,
And press backspace
Afterall all that is not said
Eats me up on demand

.

Shall I let it all out?
Like a impending tsunami,
On a famine hit muse of mine
Only to harbour
misfortune.

.

Hence, my lines flow
The moon familiar to my window blinds,
Rather than morning dew.
I shall talk of butterflies with colourful wings;
And summers far away, dancing on strings

.

Remember the day?
The boy stood before you;
His annoying silence a mismatch
blushy cheeks not so red
Deserving of those angel eyes.

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For I fail to express;
I must shelve my gaze,
Adieu my love
From thyself
For another day.