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Shruti Gauba
Poems
May 2017
Don't.
Don't try to hold my hands,
because our hands would never fit.
Love is just an unknown guest,
and my house has no space for it.
Don't try to hold my hands,
because my hands are dead and burned,
from those who loved and held it,
but left and never returned.
Don't try to hold my hands,
maybe I don't deserve it anyway,
because my heart is a cold place
where you wouldn't like to stay.
Don't try to hold my hands,
isn't that what I always say?
Then why does my heart not like it,
when you have walked away?
#stay
#try
#hold
#my
#hands
#once
#more
#heart
#love
#burns
#poems
#poetry
#dead
#return
Written by
Shruti Gauba
15/F/India
(15/F/India)
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