Idea of love
The heart’s restless
Emptiness, emotionless overpowering
Guilt entering stealthily
A fragile heart
broken into million pieces
For a love that never was
Longing
Clinging onto a past
Onto love that never existed
For the heart that believed in love
In reality it was just the idea of love
Copyright © Apurva Prabhudesai | Year Posted 2024
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