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Strange is the emotion called love.
It separates one from the world in a way that you stand alone even when standing in crowd.
Once had I thought, If I could forget you.
Perhaps falling in love again could spark something that died in me.
Betrayed my heart maybe, in every face it looks for you.
Yes, some eyes are your chocolate brown, they don't shine with your gleam of mischief.
They aren't alive as yours.
Their hair too have texture,
But why do they lack your lustre?
Smile, they too but their laughter fails to fill life in my soul,
They aren't as bright as yours.
They don't spar with me or stubbornly defy me.
They won't fight my battles as their own.
If vivacious, they grate on my nerves.
If quiet, I am irritated with that too.
They aren't fresh and witty.
They aren't you...
There are so many willing to put their hearts on stakes for the one that's already lost to a heartless.
How can I forget you Sumo, when every breath I take reminds me of you?
Hope you liked it.
This second update is a result your encouragement. Thank you for appreciating the last one.
This one was for Dolly on her promotion to a Goldie. Keep rocking darling.
#Mission850
Thank you for reading.
Love,
Swarnima.
