The least i can associate
My nurturing with
Doodling aimlessly
Still letting go a part of your life
For that worthy images
That you'd formed
Before I set foot
To ruin your world
Though i hadn't intended
But my fate
Cursed me for not being there
Being what i am
Oblivious of what you think of me
Had my heart pined for
Your lap
Fate would've followed me
My loneliness attributed to
Entertaining the whim
Of your love
Unlike the crevices
That seldom let the flow
Mine are wide open
To let in
The endless hope of getting
Loved as a GIRL....
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