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204 · Oct 2014
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Prateek Pandey Oct 2014
Demons guarding The Gates of your heart
They try to keep me away,
But i can't wait to see you,
So i fly like a mat.

Then I see your eyes.
They try to tell me to wait,
But I've come too far
For your refuge,
For your haven.
So i crumble in your gravity

And i will rise
Only when this battle is won.
Only when this inveterate hatred is lost.
Only when you will take me to that carnal bliss
That we seem to have destroyed long ago.
Only when your demure, yet alluring aura
Is done away with these ghouls
Of a penitent fortune that surround us.

Because i know that i may contain
The earth around ma ways,
Drive galaxies and stars,
Bend all the rules,
But all these lights, this power.
My money, notoriety, rage
Would mean nothing
If i can't have you.

Tell me how do you not love,
How do you not wish for
Something as dangerous, tainted and flawed
As us.

So when all is said and done,
And when this war is over
I shall run with my heart
To the world where my world is.
My darling, My love,
I shall run to you.
For you.

— The End —