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Mar 2017
I don't remember much of it before
The time I was without sense on the floor
Struck dumb and blind beneath a clear sky
Watching clouds go by, watching the birds fly.
Then came a tornado calling itself life
Swept me away and stabbed with its cruel knife
I writhed in agony, frantic and sad
I was depressed since, never was I glad.
To some logs I held as fast as I could
They broke away-as Fate thought they should.
But then you came along, in pain as well
Grasping in dread through a personal hell
A similar storm chasing you away
You didn't know whether to run or to stay
Somehow our paths aligned- I could not see
How this union would mean less misery.
We still held hands and bore down the tempest
Striving for something that meant more than the rest
Undefinable, which was above words
In spite of the countless poems it spurred.
I don't know as yet, if we'll ever win
If it'll be worth all the forgotten sins...
I'm so blessed it's your voice I hear
When I'm overwhelmed with some petty fear
So it anchors me to the here and now
Marvelling in this happiness bestowed.
As you give to me, I try my best to give
As much of myself as I hope to live
A small gift in this prison-house of pain
One I hope never to search for again.
In the end we're just a couple of souls
Barging unknowingly towards our goals
Yet the string between us is stretched so tight
It will never tear, even as we fight.
I'm the best sceptic you can ever find
But I'm a fool with you, stating love's blind
Doing things beyond my wildest dreams
An unlikely pair making a good team.
But time does go on, and people do change
I like myself with you- I know, it's strange.
This illusion works, clichΓ© as it sounds
Somehow constant as the world goes around.
We try to find our new infinity
As old ones die, gripping reality
We're insignificant specks in this fire
Floating away as we spin up higher
Where all shall we go? What all can we do?
Answers I love to find, each day, with you.
What I think romantic love is. Inspired by characters in books and movies and TV shows... the list goes on. Real life is a bore.
Written by
Marya123  26/F
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