Some people say, they never cry
their hearts are never broken
not without the written word
preferable to spoken
dreamers never sleep
they never close their eyes
their nights consist of fantasy
and sexy lullabies
May be I can now understand
Poets or artists never speak
their work does it for them
Whenever they have something to say
No one can ignore them
writers never read; artists never paint
unless they can be tempted
familiar is a danger zone
from which they were exempted
I never die
So, I am with you forever
My words will go on though I be gone
(at least, that's my endeavor)
I think, I never lie
it's called poetic license
yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah
it doesn't have to make sense
I Proclaim, I never cry
I bet you have never met real me!
for if I cried for you
you will never forget me
But I know
When I shall make you cry
You will say
I want you!
BUT please don’t cry!
Let me!
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