There is an art in us rose powerfully.
People believe us, we are normal to their vivid eyes.
They don't see the eternal part that is pulling us to grow each other not apart.
When you planted me a kiss on my lips. I bite you, but as soon as the kiss started to get passionate you touched me like am yours.
We grew in the way where love is not open minded. But it was blind folded. And the other partners failed to show where they went wrong.

With you intimacy is fruitful. But apart from that I feel a distance, taking the pride.

I can tell too many people you are, no one.
But there comes a sound from my heart is that the truth?

There is no single person I could rely on:
But I did only that to you. Those comforts in the dark that were reciting me that am safe with you.
But only if I am close. Not far away from you.

My life is incomplete without a circle of your thoughts.
© nandhini