Bones are creaking,
Hearts are leaking,
But time clasps true
Even when the sky falls deep blue.
Even every hour
When raindrops are sour,
A glimmer of light pokes through
Telling us when it’s due.
Because oh,
Don’t you know
The key to this secret garden
Is not this pen,
Is not this Zen,
But you…
Unfortunately,
Those words ‘I love you’
Became as old as clichés,
So everything seems like phase
Passing…away
But that isn’t true
Because every word is new
Just in its own different view.
In such few…words
Describing your primitive beauty,
In such little…time
Trusting your primitive loyalty,
But as stubborn as it gets
It clings with me,
Hoping I could cut down
And let you free…
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