Enough I can't get!
Of the merry dragging
Your smiles trail.

Of tears:
Ocean-like drops two lovers in the night
Shed,
Memories to be made tales..

Tells me that I will miss us someday:

Perhaps, it will be me holding another's infant of my own birthing,
remembering two sinful trembling hands
Touching the dark of the other,
Not dreaming of letting go of the pain

Felt way deeper,
Somewhere way inner the lonely can only reach .

His voice,
A commanding trumpet,
A flute music to my distant self.

We sit across
maybe smiling,
Or is that the way we smile:
Like two tearing bunnies
Failing to console each others ache,
Smouldering our emotions like damn!

I guess l would love you to hurt me,
Because,
That's what I love:
People who dare to show me the side of me I can enemy,
A mirror of my shadowy emotions.

We get to do our favourite thing:

We make fun of each other's bitter scars
And we laugh so hard,
It almost feels like we are crying !
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