There are Broken lovers who learn to love
Carry heart ache , to be cursed.
And then there is he ,
Swimming through the foggy weather
Resting like a dew on my 'soon to fall' autumn leaf
And i see my fears, that he would leave
But,
I stay because,
His tongue is a support for the solar system inside the wide universe of his mouth
That carries enough space for both of us
Our bodies are spaces between the words, never touching ,
To not make the writing worse.
Though there is jabbed cliche ending which might cloud
Of which i know there is nothing to doubt
Yet when he holds me tight on sunshine nights ,
I follow
Too much to give when you're
hollow
So we pretend to be in love for now
Because
the day when the platter of saucy lies would fall apart
And my diary would read of "how to let go of a fragile love "
When we will think less of peaceful doves
That would be a time to pack up and leave
Without a grief
Tie up our hearts in our shoe laces
And let them run wild
To some where new
Because that's how the story goes
When the guys i like say "sorry ,beb,We...are not homes"
Story