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Promises
I make them, I break them. Every morning I declare them. By night I annul them. One of those I asserted solemnly to myself. That I would not employ my thoughts to thyself. This occasion I was triumphing at this hurl. But the Perdedor in me decided to rise up, When a friend of me inquired, “How is your girl?” Now, I am doing the one thing that I said I wouldn’t do. Not yearning for you is something that I couldn’t do. To tell you what I miss the most about you, would take me forever. It’s all of you that gave me the sweet fever. I remember the time when you wore that gown. Your hair did witchcraft of their own. They knew how to entice me to my bone. Like a vivacious goddess, in my eyes you shone. I was an atheist but that was until I met you. Since, you became my religion from the moment I had known you. People imagine heaven is a place on earth, but to me it is in you. And it begins from the dimples at the bottom of your spine; A verity known to very few. Every portion of thine beauty is what I crave to worship. However, it is just the reminiscence that I so affectionately keep. Each thing you did is engraved within me, very deep. But it is mostly the excellence of you that I reap. I feel your absence even when I’m not hazy. Whether it be when I drink tea or when I want to be a little lazy. Whether it be Alex’s sensual voice or when I simply see daffodils and daisy. Whether it be our late night random silly conversations and fights— Or is it me who has gone crazy?
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