If I let you in, will you promise to be yourself?
When I let you in, will you be gentle with my heart?
This I cannot know.
So darling, I fear.
I am a coward.
Too afraid of heartbreak to ever fall in love.
But, If I let you in, will it be worth the pain?
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Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
