Beautiful Burn
Who am I, is who you are, confused, forever,
life is a bigger project, don't hold my hand cause I am clueless.
You dig your own tunnel and escape or stay locked with me forever,
suffer, cherish and let the cloud of our breath guide,
and make the world as beautiful as the strangers that we were once.
What caused heartburn was never a heartburn anymore,
on those dried lips, faint smiles & smell of the dust.
those winds of our memory healed the darkest.
Tales were told and retold, locking arms,
kisses, moans, & hair-pulling hugs,
ticked the clock of the midnight,
lovers melted in the glory.
Jealous daylight tried to spoil the madness,
but lovers fell asleep,
holding pictures of the past in their hearts—eternally.
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2015
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