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i am afraid,
that when i'll open my eyes,
i will be alone again,
you will be nowhere,
near me,
i'll be be left alone,
in the menacing darkness,
to fight all my demons,
on my own,
allowing all the stars,
and the moons to laugh on me,
i am afraid,
that you will leave me ,
shivering in the cold nights,
i am afraid,
that you will blow,
the flower of my love,
as the dried up dandelion fuzz,
i am afraid,
that you will leave the candle,
burning in my room,
die in the wax coffin of it's own,
you will leave every question in my head,
unquestioned,
i am afraid,
afraid of loosing you...........
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Jon York
I love you wildly,
madly,
and without reason;
I love you softly,
with tender hands and
softened spirit,
I love you patiently,
but outlined
in an urgency I cannot
define.
I love you
and you can take your time
discovering all
the hows;
I love you
and you will never doubt
the why.
                                                                                    Jon York   2019
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Jon York
It's hard
    to  resist
  a  bad  boy
      who's
     a   good
       man.
                                                                                          Jon York   2019
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Jon York
A good
relationship
   is worth
   the wait.
                                                                                       Jon York   2019
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Jon York
Bite marks,
because sometimes
it's important
to mark your
territory.
                                                 ­                                           Jon York    2019
if she kisses you,
with her eyes open,
it means she's not there yet,
she's not lost into it,
the enchanting garden of love,
is yet to be reached by her,
the demon against love are still to be fought,
the potion of love,
is yet to be drunk,
and if her eyes are still open,
when you move your fingers,
in her hairs,
and if she still can't feel your heat,
she isn't yours to keep.........
 Feb 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Sara
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing such soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
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