Written on - 6 July 2021
Published on - 6 July 2021
It isn't just a fling.
We are meant to be.
We are connected by a single string,
And I know that's how it ought to be.
I know you feel the same.
I read the poem you wrote about me.
But then you call 'it' a game,
And stop caring about me.
After few hours you bring back, yourself to me.
You paint me black,
And frame me.
Then u start regretting.
Say sorry.
Stop me from fretting.
And make love to me.
We are just going round and round.
Ending up nowhere.
We are trapped and bound,
In this maze, shaped like a square.
I know I love you.
You know you love me.
I feel so blue without you.
And you without me.
It isn't just a fling,
We are meant to be.
We are connected by a single string,
And we both know that's how it ought to be.
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I solemnly swear, I am upto no good.
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