Friday, July 3, 2015

Was reading some old poems you wrote
I thought I saw myself in every line
Only to realise that you didn't even know I existed
That back then you wrote them as reflections
Of another time, for another love, a deeper one maybe
Coz only something deeper could weave such poetry
And all the lines you ever wrote to me came crashing down before it all..

Pity don't question me when you read this.. Maybe it's my anxiety as a writer.. Or as someone who was never written to.. Till you walked in with those words.

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