We don't talk anymore,
With each passing day I miss u more.
Is this life enough or should I sought more,
A dark secret that for years I bore.
Can our life go back to how it was,
Without your mere presence I m left aghast.
You are my anemone,
In your absence each day I started to moan.
Blatantly; I paint your picture with hues of color,
Nonchalantly; my life it bolster.
As the verses; act as a lullabies to my insomniac night,
Filling the void of my longings for you; I write.
Brushing the canvas; with strokes of a very conversation,
My love for you; a passionate adoration.
-gk

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