Apricity
I have been thru storms..
Self-made and casted upon..
I were left to stand alone on my battles..
I fended and comforted my own.
It's been a long rigorous rigaudon.
But I went on bracing for every fall..
No room for weakness and not taking off my armor..
I don't do double takes, but there's just those who resonate..
Usually once in a while..
But this leads to heartbreaks.
I don't trust even my own heart's beat now,
It's been so long, somehow..
Frosted, hibernated, uncared..
But don't we bump into the unusual
And get to see surreal?
One December morning..
I saw someone loving the loud in silence..
Sitting on a rock edge or something elevated..
Looking underneath a body of water, unbothered.
I followed him with no face, but he's got white laces, must be white sneakers..
I were always afraid of something I want so much..
Your stare scares me..
They hold so much volume reverberating in me..
It's dreamy.. More than that's familiar..
I could look at you all day and bask..
In no time, the cold subdued..
There's the warmth my heart has longingly asked.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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