Loose pages
of my life,
spiral bound by
your love,
now exhibit
a pale yellowish pallor
with withered edges,
given the fact
that you have
closed our chapter.

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Your or you're we wonder

Whereas 1 billion people wonder,
on seeing the y,
"Why did he draw a twig on paper?"

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Spring CRush

A fast fading "Spring CRush"
From feelings pristine, plush:
Loose-page, unbound book
(Everyday it stares into my look).

A rhymed, one-act love story
Wherein geography is history:
A tale of undying loving spirit
(Her scorn can't in any way undoit).

Two lovers purpled and perplexed,
(Often Destiny too is full foxed)
Fighting against all odds,
(Of their love just jealous are gods).

Too close only to be too far,
One is a pauper, the other a Star:
A cosmic conundrum their togetheress
Both reveling in sheer madness.

A close, long-distance romance,
In truer spirits, we still have a chance:
Everyday, new pages are added,
(No one can eve'r full read it)!

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