Wishful thinking! It dared you to dream, to be free, to do a whip turn. Then I wonder why I keep seeing you in red, shinning in a black and white picture.
Unwantedly crippled by your insecurities, you hugged them so tight that now they are a part of you. Amazing what a bit of insecurity can do. When one start to be scared of iota, losing power and control for no reason. Facing reality was a challenge so you closed yourself in.
How long can you befriend them? Isn't it time to let go? Put on your favourite song, make a nice cup of tea, enjoy the moon, this cool breeze and the rain because tomorrow will be a new day with maybe some new problems.

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How this quarantine brought time to some. Time to experiment with food, creating new dishes, appetizing meals and then the salient act of posting a picture. And then there were a lot who walked for hours for a single meal. A meal which was on a stranger's good will, just to give enough energy to walk again tomorrow. Irony!

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If she knew how to write about him, she would have written a million words but for now it's just these simple thoughts
"At a different place, in a different time, you and I would be enjoying that beautiful sunset and that twilight"

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She went running in the rain, under the sun. Stared the moon with love to find that muse. Maybe the present wasn’t good enough. Something happened years back brought a fine memory. And she searched hysterically through something old. Words and poems written for it. Buried old conversations, deleted words, torn memories. With whatever left she could only write
“Once upon a time she liked someone and was sure the feeling could be mutual. Found a companion in a stranger. Late night chats, getting through the day just to write to him. The naivety grew day by day. Their affection was growing as well as the immaturity in their being. When something started through such a high comfort level, only something very very stupid from both can screw that up. Was just a matter of time that they lost control and it all burned down to ashes. Years later once in a blue moon the memories pass by or just now a deliberate attempt to jot down words. ”

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Wonder what you think lying on that warm bed. With your lover shining bright in its glory, don't you want to run for that glance. Breathe it all in. Something to remember your beloved by. The light so pure and angelic, lie gently tonight for one last time.

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Our own happiness was not enough to calm us down that we searched for an unknown's pain to make us feel grateful.

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She wrote her words unknowingly but unconsciously she had a muse. That face comes and goes, leaving her with a blank page, ink and a million thoughts.

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Let her sink in your body
Let the morals rest for tonight
Let her approach you
Hold her hand, kiss her if you dare
Hold her gently and sway
Let this be a mistake among so many others
Let her inspire you, she will remember that fragrance and frame a memory to dwell upon later
Hold her tight, she wants that
Don't let that look fool you
She wore that red lipstick just for you
Please wear black, she dreamt you in that colour
Ohh! that face
Let her lean in, wonder what she will whisper in your ear
Breathe on her neck and let her melt in your arms
Gently sliding her hand on your chest
Remember that gaze and her eyes locked at you
Holding a glass of pinot noir and heels high
Finish that drink for her and grab your coat
Wonder if you will leave that door together and make this an even bigger mistake?!

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Sometimes I don't understand his words at all
And sometimes I find myself tangled in them.

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What will you do when he runs his finger on the back of your neck?
Will you cross your legs and try to hide the goosebumps
Or will you lean towards him?
Will you bite your lip or his?
Will you look in his eyes and say that you love him
Or will you tell him that we are a lie???

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