Dear soul, why do you seek yourself in others,
Those imperfect perfections can't really pull your pieces.
They may try but they aren't you.
You are those last rays of sun smiling on broken window panes.
They talk of French windows, of castles and towers
Which you admire but wouldn't like to own.
You are that last ounce of pain that you carefully hide under your smile,
They talk of tattoos, they brag of fame,
Ah! bogus and baseless, your mind reports.
You pour affections day and out in their cup
And they drain it out without thinking much.
This should stop, I tell you, you need to love yourself,
For, you can't call them by your name, can you?
They may act, they may try but they can never be you
They will put on a fake reflection obscuring your vision
But, dear soul don't get deceived.
You deserve to be free, you deserve to be you and no one else!
Isn't it strange how love binds people who are polar opposites! I have always believed love to be a faith which grows deeper each day as it is based on trust and the ability to hold on just like the waves hold on to the sea. The story is about two love birds who got caught in the web of love. He resembles the morning sunshine, shy yet bold enough to fight past the night's gloom. A deafening silence engulfing his soul. She is a tempest who gave his silence a shattering jolt. And just when the word impossible could have defined the bond they likely could have shared, the word split itself into " I am possible!" and a possibly, "I am possible" love story took birth. What interests me is the way they stand together, I have seen them fight, seen them suffer but that suffering has it's beauty of it's own where one cries and the other feels the pain (Okay, that was a cliche!) I was always attracted towards stories which had pain in the sense that it mad...
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