Thing We Had. Poem by Satya Pratik

Nothing can ruin this,
This!
Which we have,
Had.
Anyone who tells otherwise
Is an idiot.
They do not know love,
Not like this.
Ours was best,
Special!
We tied music to each others end.
When someone plays it randomly,
It brings how we felt when we were in love.
We never felt this alive,
Never with another human being,
Doing same thing, maybe.
But butterflies!
Just in 20s,
Found the true love!
How lucky!
We talk,
And convincingly pretend to care.
Maybe we do.
All those school poetry makes sense now.
All those movies makes sense now.
All those songs make sense now.
All those fight,
All those smile and
All those people in love
Make sense now.
And nothing can ruin this.
Ever.