I Miss You. - Poem by Shreej k.c
Sometimes I hate this wishy-washy
girl I share my room with.
Did I ever know her besides blithe aplomb
Oh! why can't she just mould her
unrequited reverence back to amour popre
dull love monologues into silent revulsion
her silent tears into a loud expulsion.
I guess that's how it is supposed to be.
Sometimes I tend to grow allergic to her
wet pillows are definitely hard to share.
But many a times I feel like placing
her palms over mine, keep tracing
though I can't read those lines
I know she certainly deserves more
more than the selfishness running
through their veins to the core.
I can't let her burn, burn like a cigarette
let them watch her ashes fall, relish smoke.
I need to save my girl in a whole
before she remains a butt beneath a sole.
Dear do you remember the last time
you watched your favourite show
listened to your favourite songs in a row
last time you nourished your hair grow
loved the loving, cared for the caring
I beg you come out of this abstract pause
Come let's dance again in slow, gather applause.
Don't you miss you? I do!
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