Watered-Down Juice
When I used to look into his eyes, the wings of my heart
Attached to my soul, would flutter, and open up, lifting me up
To the point of having me, at last, accept life, and love it
Even, a feat no one and nothing had been able to make me do so far
Regardless of whatever essence they were made of and I, so
Eager to see the celestial boon of this love being prophesized
Dreamt not of the possibility that it may never consume itself!
Dragged by its mystical flow, I let myself drown in its waves,
Occasionally allowing myself to weave stories, penned as poetry,
Written with the glow of my soul, seeking solely to love and
Now, the memory of it leaves me empty and void, wanting to
Just be made of enough energy as to be able to fly from this world, so
Uncertain, even in the love that it gives, promised by the skies,
Instrumenting itself as a place where all souls are laden with
Curses, allowing them not to have that which they yearn for,
Enveloping them always in the gloom of that which flew away!
Written on 6th Jan 2021
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