Sunday, December 07, 2014


Your eyes,
Innocent and quiet;
Shining but shy, twinkling elegance.
They talk incessantly, leaving me speechless
Moving softly to leave me paralysed 
A look from you,
Shares something I can’t own;
But the desire to possess,
Translate into dreams.
That delicate gaze
Strips me off my fa├žade
I become what I could be
I bare my soul
And search for yours.
I am scared of them too, sometimes.
They seek too much.
They take too much.
They kill me, almost.
By making me breathless.
But they give me so much too.
They give me hope.
They give me love.
They give me desire.
They give me the message;

I can be me, with you.

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