A chance

All that I ask for is a chance
A chance to meet and not divide
We’ve played this game,
Time and again
And throughout it all
we still remained friends
But to write off someone
based on what you lack
Is a sorry thing
that you have a knack
Of repeating again and again.
I’m not begging for you
to be chummy ole pals
Only I plead for you to meet
without a judgmental scowl.
Though a childish endeavor
I know it to be,
For once I just wish
You could see what I see.
With out the taint of jealousy.

You didn't even give her a rose today, how unromantic you are, dude."

Exactly ! I'm unromantic.
But why the hell are you so **** concerned with me being romantic.

Go to her and utter my name in front of her, and just watch her reaction that follows.

See if she can hide that blush or not,
control that smile or not.

A flower to prove my love is a way too offending to us both.

Our type of romance is far away than
what you imagine about.

We need not say "I love you" hundred
times a day,
we need not write cheesy lines for each other.

We don't get jealous of the other
friends that we both have.

We don't spy each other doubting the trust.

You just go and tell her of any another girl I'm in relationship with.

She won't be sad or angry,
she won't shout or lose her temper.

Neither would she call me and start abusing me the way you'd be expecting.

Dude ! She won't give a **** to whatsoever you've spoken.

Our way of confirming the things are so different that you will die out
of jealousy of perfectness.

When we share our things, every decisions, situations, not giving a thought of being judged, is the time we celebrate our perfectness together.

The time we meet and have an eye contact exchanging effortless smiles, is the time we celebrate our Valentine's day, regardless of the date and day.

Don't you please tell her of how unromantic I am, she will die out of laughing..

"i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. it's closer than my hands have been."

How does it feel, when he touches you?
Do you think of me by any chance?
Or does he give you everything that you need.
I want to know, if I race through your consciousness.

There's nothing that I want more,
But for you to be happy and satisfied.
You are a queen and you deserve,
All of the best things in life, given to you.

I've always been apprehensive
About not being abundant, which
Made me become cruel towards you.
I've demolished so much of us.

I wish you could forgive me.
Even though you belong to someone new,
I'll constantly be in need of you.
I want to give you more than what he can.

But is that a possibility?
I never admit my jealously,
Since you merit every bit of goodness
That he could give to you.

I want you to belong to me.
I'm afraid to think of,
All of the ways he can touch you
That I can't, or won't be able to.

And I know you're fixed,
Between two worlds right now.
But who is your heaven,
Who is your Earth?

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