On a spread of fake smiling suns
and the unreasonably happy flowers in pink,
I kissed your smile
without wondering
what it meant for me in the long run.
Without knowing if you would want me back
the way I do.
And when you held on to me
I didn’t know how to stop my violent tears
or how to let you know
how your embrace
is the only thing that feels honest
to my worn out heart
or how precious this honest touch, this simple love
is to a person like me.
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Very moving Nayana. Lovely poetry
Really glad that you liked it dear 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂 😀
My pleasure Nayana
Love is all there is 💕 Hold on to that beautiful embrace 🤗
It conjures such lovely images 🙂 Beautiful poem.
Really glad that you liked it dear 🙂 Thank you so much 🙂