i'm foreign to love.
So foreign that i flinch at its touch.
Oh but there was a merry time
where it was the only one i desired.
It was the only one i deserved.
I cried for it in mellow some days,
i begged for it when sun shine shone at parade,
i endlessly yearned and yearned
Yet how can a small world be so cruel?
Cruel enough to make me too.
I am covered with sins i can't swallow and desires i can't undo.
Is there a way for me to find love too?

Everyday i fall anew into your arms
and trace lining of your clothing.
It is white some days and none at all in nights.
Yet i trace, i trace, i trace it all over just like i paint you when i'm in need. Need.
The need of you is extreme.
Over nights i brawl in bed,
shrinking myself with the need of existence from you.
My tears weep across the floor and the water drips elegantly.
I await on your arrival.
the arrival of you in my arms sweats my windows.
I tend to draw hearts on it but you engulf me in your affection which paints vivid colours in my eyes.
I gasp for air- only to meet your lips. Our meet greets were just about one thing and it was enough for me.
Over time your touch became soft and slow.
So, so, so, soft and slow i forget that you're a fragment of my imagination. Someone on train who i thought would console me and my lonely thoughts.
Someone so magnificent i daydreamed an entire life of affection. I could write poems, sonnets, novels yet it would still not be enough to catch the spell i'm under in for someone who made me feel.
Just feel.
Feel all the hidden.

Beneath the layers, there I find you.

Through heavy chains and rusted locks, I search for keys.
Until one by one they yield,
revealing your hidden soul.

At last, you let me break through your heavy walls, and there you are:  

The one who always had longed for to be found.

You never stole my heart

I saw you coming

And I just knew

I was meant for you

So you couldn't have stolen

What was already yours