Wanderlust.
~with specks of dust.
To love,
And to be loved in return,
Is something I never asked for.
Today I'm not gonna talk about you,
It'll be me.
I'm a river of love,
Filled to the brim.
Giving away all I have,
Is the only thing that I know.
But if you rain over me,
Fill me with more love than I need,
I'll overflow.
I'll drown all those I once loved,
I'll make you run away from me.
I'm the gentle wind,
That you feel brushing past your face
Only once everyday.
But if you wish more of me,
I'll turn myself into a storm
That could uproot you from your ground.
I'm a dream which can never come true,
I'm a stream running parallel to you.
I'm a drunk experience,
Gone forever in the morning.
A rare diamond,
Not a neck adorning.
I'm consumed by wanderlust,
Not someone with eyes of stardust.
So don't look at me like that,
Like you might love me,
Because I'm a fucking loser,
Who's never gonna be the one for settling.
[A/N: major Yeh Jawaani Hai Diwaani feels. If you've seen the movie, brownie points for you!
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A Loner's Ballad
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