The sorrow that is weighing me down now
Is the result of being expected too much
We all need time to fly,
If given, one push at a time
A rush into a flight, may lead to
Damaging my own fluttering wings
Yet, if I don't keep a pace
It's just disappointing
And I may surely lose my prime
I do try my best but
The timidness borrows me down
I yearn to drown in your love
For the way you do with me
But this shyness demon,
Raptures my heart and mind
And blinds me, for what I should see...
©Seema Sen, 2020
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
The sorrow that is weighing me down now
Is the result of being expected too much
We all need time to fly,
If given, one push at a time
A rush into a flight, may lead to
Damaging my own fluttering wings
Yet, if I don't keep a pace
It's just disappointing
And I may surely lose my prime
I do try my best but
The timidness borrows me down
I yearn to drown in your love
For the way you do with me
But this shyness demon,
Raptures my heart and mind
And blinds me, for what I should see...
©Seema Sen, 2020
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