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61 · Nov 2018
this night
rm Nov 2018
cold breeze
touches her skin
lovable scent
of coffee is
what he'd seen

blissful talks,
walks,
and songs

unsaid thoughts
resonates within
their inner selves
for what could
she have upheld

unheard words
untouched hands
unloved hearts
no such thing
as "relationships"
can tear them
apart
59 · Nov 2018
the competition
rm Nov 2018
was it he
or is it her?
there's nothing
more
she can infer.

well, he, as always,
has all the freedom,
unbroken wings,
untamed boredom
from some
thoughts,
yes, "some"

but what about
"she?"
it was he
him, all along
now, what's this for?
basically, she's torn
is it her,
was it she,
is it him,
or he?
58 · Jan 2019
winsome cuddles
rm Jan 2019
stranded they were
on that cold morn,
struggles did come
still,
peace came across.

she was baffled
he was weary
she was hurt
he was aching.

they were together
from that time
till end.

they played,
she laughed,
and so he did.

happy they were
from giving each other
with hugs, hugs, hugs.

as she looked back
stretched her arms
'round his shoulders
and her words were
"i love you."

he played the role
of stupidity
she bought the act
she asked him why
suddenly,
he covered her
shoulders
with his arms,
so wide, soft, tanned.

tad red they were
happy how the day ended
they were adorable,
loving, endearing,
cute and sweet.

— The End —