I have forfeited all illusions of reality
but you seem to dwell upon my qualms
Yes, I am in love with you
and I am in need of a few miracles to stay alive
Yet the sorrows and wisdoms of my prayers
seem to dwindle away in a haze of my shortcomings
and just when I feel I am done for
you endow me with your heart
How shall I carry it my sweet?
So ethereal is my world of love
driven on a whim of lust
troubled by emotions so profound and philosophical
I cannot think, for my head overflows with thoughts
and I cannot run, for I will not be without a notion of you
So shall I just cease to exist?
After all it’s a mere dream-felt world of you and I
that could only sustain vapours of our future together
The only trouble is,
there is no us; there never will be.
29th August 2009
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