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Attraction
Eyes have stared since mine had chosen to see
Yet his make me feel things I never wanted to feel
Words have flew past never heard in rhythm and stead
Yet his strike right into the heart made from the lead
I was light on feet, an air not captured in words
Few could seek me and fewer could hurt
Yet his careless dismissal of the winds that ruled
Was taunt at skill, a petty ridicule
Attention was easy to hold and easier to shatter
Until he walked past, it didn’t really matter
I was pulled from the throne I put years to built
The stage of mine now had a prominent tilt
Yet no anger I could bring while I saw his face
So I let him stay, make his own place
Within the walls that had let no one in
Well, I can’t wait for this chapter to begin.
Copyright ©
Anjali Gandhi
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