You don't have to talk...
Just demonstrate that walk.
Who taught you how to finger
These keys..
You know how to command your
Motion..
I know that
I can trust you with my heart..
You know how to ring the bell..
It is not fragile.
But you treat it like your first
offspring..
I had no interest in 'night Talks'
But you introduced me to
Different owls..
I value every second with you..
You're making a big difference.

Buven ThePoet

If I had the authority
I would create my own alphabets..
They have been lied to..
So many times.
Some have used the bricks of lies
To build up their foundations..
No word of romance is valid
To them...
Love is a myth in their world...
I do...
Understand and feel their pain.
No matter how hard you try
To squeeze yourself in..
Your words won't find a match in
Their puzzles...
When you try to persuade them..
They just cry and think of blisters..
I am still building a 'rocket of trust'
I need to arouse the pleasure  
And give every aorta the opportunity
To pump bliss...

I have a lot of questions..
But I just keep it zipped
Because I always get the wrong
Answers..
If this is a trial..
They might have mistakenly doubled
The duration..
I have burnt my old diary to ashes..
But I just keep on writing
The same notes on the new one.
They say that..
Time heals
Unfortunately they don't have batteries
That would fit in my watch...
My knees are as hard as concrete.
Sometimes..
I run out of words and Just repeat myself..
I wish there was a rocket to get there.
I wouldn't waste too much of my energy with the receptionist...
I would run straight to him..

Buven ThePoet

Sometimes...
I just pray because I have
Made my own protocol...
Frankly..
I am thirsty for your Call..
Sometimes..
I just feel like I have won
This battle...
No!
I don't like this medal..
I wasn't expecting  'Bronze'..
Pause!
No hands of applause..
Not really that....
I was  expecting 'Gold'
But for me..
That would be a great Goal..
You know that I fully commit myself.
I even gnaw..
Let me just bow..
It seems like I am unfolding
Too much now...

Buven ThePoet

Don't hide your stretch marks
You are doing just fine..
It is oily
But I find it more attractive..
Raw as it is!
Put no dust on it..
What's in your heart?
Let me listen to your pulse..
Wow!
I am so proud..
You won't let me down..
I have no doubt.
Let me note this down.
I thought I would be
In this hole forever..
Thank You for pushing
In the ladder..
I can feel the difference..
I promise I won't keep any distance..

Buven ThePoet

I know that you see no ring
On my finger...
But...
I don't need any picture
Of us..
I have captured a lot
of memories..
I am just waiting for blessings.
I am not ashamed of you..
I just don't see anything new..
I am thirsty for real love..
I am breathing.
But I don't feel alive..
You won't see any tears...
I have dragged down
All my fears..
Let me just write a holy letter
And give a proper description..
I am tired of being an option.

Buven ThePoet

She asked for starched papers..
I changed my pass codes..
I thought she was a gold digger..
I bought her flowers...
She gave me a half-smile..
I asked her out On a date
And introduced her to expensive
Dishes...
She shot no pic for Insta.
I asked if she could sleep over..
She kept on walking away...
I insisted!
She obeyed..
I rode my hands all over her body..
I heard her stomach groaning..
I nearly licked blood..
I payed attention to everything.
She wanted nothing fancy
But the satisfaction of her needs
And inner happiness..
She pulls up her handbrake so hard
When it comes to impressing the World
Whereas the box is empty inside..
I was too forward and immature..
I am dropping down the fake profile!

Buven ThePoet