Our Borrowed Love

It was heartbreaking

It was a borrowed love

And we knew we fought for it

Every second

Every hour and every mile

Every one knew he was one of a kind –

A pure heart

Lucky enough

I had a lot of chance

To call him a friend

And to witness him laugh and smile

Even on parted ways

Even on separated lives

I wish nothing but a good life

And genuine happiness

Which I know he already has

In this final poem

I write you not regrets

But all joys and security

You have taught this heart to grow

But this little heart grows out of experiences

Yours is a lesson

That for sure I will never forget

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Warmth of a First Kiss



Trembling knees

Sweaty palm

That’s what I felt

When you lean for a kiss.

Unsure thoughts

Unanswered questions

Is this real?

Has it been real?

I can’t fathom the idea of love

As you slowly lean over

Starts to stare in my eye

Heart beats faster.

It’s more than a thousand butterflies

More than how a child’s sweet happiness

Time starts to tick,

Unexplainable feeling.

As I close my eyes

And remembered how it all started

The warmth of your touch

And the warmth of a first kiss


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