I'll be not writing love poems
Because they just do not feel right
I will be writing about stuffs I love though
You see, a tonne of deep talks , flashy smiles
And hangouts
All things I have craved for
I would talk about them
In full details
Making you believe that they are all experienced
But no! I don't even think I got close to these moments ever
Okay ! Maybe once or twice
But I will not write it down to show how I can manage creating those things
But here they are , to salvage my dying soul
With every minute ,
Bursting out for nothing
For everything that could not be mine
I write for wishful things
Because I am a wishful person
And no matter how practical I seem
I am completely a paradise's fool
Pitching the lumber of emotions out of nowhere
Trying to be vociferous about happy things in life
How to achieve them
And then you get to see the truth somewhere in there
Or between my writings
That life is so not what happy is
But I do not want to write about pain
I try to write about moments
That come and go
That most of the times , we hardly get to know
To get a hold of them
Well that is what I want to write
But oh! Again
Wait ,let me be clear...
You know what until I find a new crush
I'll not be writing love poems
Because they just do not feel right.
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