I love you
in a wayward way.
In extreme passion for a moment
and a longer moment
later I fight you off
Your love which cares
touches me;
But sometimes suffocates
my streak of independence
and pushes the boundaries of my space…
I wait for
a sign
an instance
that would tell me again
and again
that I love you the same
or even more…
You are like a drug
in my veins
you make me live
even after a death
a thousand times more
when you are out and away…
I love you
in my wayward way...
i love your poetry... :)
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