When you aren’t around but you still are around.
I have been washing away every possible thing in the laundry room today, thinking I can wash away your thoughts.
I could not. What a thunderous shitshow. I walk, I stop. I close my eyes and see you. I open my eyes and still see you.
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The bedsheets are crumbled under your thoughts. The bed remains unmade. Will this straighten out ever?
Can I strip the bed out to see if I can strip off the feelings for you from me?
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On an another note, Can I have some bubbly champagne today to celebrate my lonely satin sheets?
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I might have written about gravity before but here It is again, because I feel that gravitational force one more time. Or, it never left.
Can we slow-dance together and slowly lip-lock and never leave each other ?
Why do I feel so alive when I write about you?
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You, sundowner. I saw the bottle said 5.5% and you asked, how am I drunk already? Little did you realise, its not the bottle, its you.
Someday I will look at you without guilt, because you will be mine.
Mine, forever and may be, I will not have to stay miles away from you or from your touch.
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