I am now certain why things that good can't stay.
How could I look into your eyes without blinking away?
Some things no matter how strong our grasp is,
Are meant to stay for a while, but not for long..
Darling, how could I tell 'I'm home' had I lingered?
I so wanted to tell you, hey poet, why don't you stay?
You got your freewill, do what it feels for you.
Instead, Go on.. Ahead you go..
We would end up where we belong.
The wild is too mazy, too delicate, too uncertain.
But I trust, a heart after a lay over, is home-bound;
I may be far-away, my heart's gone but never astray.
Come what may.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
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