I miss
How
Do I
Speak to her,
To read her these
pages she have yet
to see, without words with
No heat, she barely knows of
The sudden storms that are yet to
Be seen, greeting her heart and burn her
blinds, I miss that girl , unbroken by a
man's dumb smile, unfazed nor disgraced by cracks
Wish she knew how much deeper love can
turn black, I've surrendered to the
rust, soon after settling the
dust, I now know more what
Mangled hearts can trust,
Now ,I remain
Content with
My old
Knees.
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