#dumpmindedwritermusing

Let's hold each other hands

with the darkest secret, we hold

betwixt the knuckles

and write it down on foreheads,

let me see in your eyes

and see the face of the person

you fall, at the age of nine

and show me that love letters

you failed to write in your tenth class.

let's sit beneath that tree

where you have your first picnic

with your family

and let the emotions

cowp over the skin of mine,

about the warmth you felt

when your mother hold you for the

first time in her arms,

or the rose wilted petals

between the pages of your favorite book,

or the proud smile on your father face

when you reject to give up

after falling numerous times from your bicycle.

let's walk through the alleys of hope

together

listening to our favorite music

which questioning the thought

of yours on love,

let's write about our belief on

soulmates on walls,

how we explore home in each other,

let's write that forever is a scam

but how we memorized to embrace our present.

Let's talk about the expression

you had when you saw her after

three years on that evening,

or the taste of that drink still reside on your tongue,

let's not settle with your favorite things

but talk about the nights you found yourself alone

or the morning when you scared to open your eyes

the words you stammered to speak

or the voice you heard inside your mind.

let's talk about imperfect things

things like,

tangled hairs which weaved

laughs

the crescent tattoo on the neck

or wrinkles on the shirt

the dimples on cheeks

or the broken heart of people like mine,

the zephyr moving without destination

or the scars on the body

let's talk about imperfect things

like you and me.