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Oh love o love, Come back to sleep, lemme kiss u goodnight and cuddle u to sleep. Come sit next to me, lemme smell your neck and feel the moisture outta that freshly washed hair. Touch me with your warm hands, while I kiss those fingertips before I die breathless, let alone my lips immersed on yours, where we scarcely care to stop and breath. Or shall we stop, let you rest on my lap, So that I can read you poems as you look me in my eyes and your fingers caress my lips fleeting with poetry. As your ears turn horny, your lips tremble and your tongue dry, long for a touch like my pen, not of paper but of ink. Should I bleed for you Or will the tears do. What shall I call it,cus it's not for you, but because of you. Again, what shall I call it, Or should I leave it nameless, Jus like us.

Yesterday, I was having a conversation with a friend, and I suddenly got zoned out and stuck with a memory from my past. Well, more than a memory it's something that I mostly don wanna talk or think about, but is hard moving past once stuck. I was lost for a while and my friend understood it. And he told me,

I'm gonna remember you standing across the road looking at me, your shimmery eyes in the street lights and that glittery smile cutting through the vehicles passing by, reaching out for me, piercing my senses through the glass window, carving a wall of memory in me and our eyes waving byes in an unspoken language, no one could ever understand.

Break Me!

Well, what do you think about morning cuddles?

That's how the Moon is. It always follows, it always stays, its you who fail to see it in the light.

The nights I sleep well, my face, neck and hands undergo a therapeutic session with saliva, well I can sense it in the morning.

When I miss that extra hr of sleep in the morning, I wish if nights were longer, only to realise, that'd be a few more sleepless hrs staring at the screen and creating useless imaginary plots in mind.

F* all these coffee, dinner and movie date BS!

It's really enigmatic, how we are a piece of every person we've ever 'known' in life, while we are actually struggling to forget some of them!

You might wanna read this, and maybe slowdown a lil and take some time to embrace this moment.

I wanna write a poem.

You end up finding solace in solitude, when you have been with the wrong crowd for a long time.

As a kid I always thought I must be special, for the moon to follow me wherever I go.

Light em, the scented candles and paint me all the blue you got, lemme be the sky, your kisses on me the stars and you the moon.