Sunday, 7 June 2020

If this doesn't work out,
I won't be able to believe in love anymore.
I know all love is fleeting,
Atleast I'm told.
But why do we beg for love to stay.
This feeling, 
Why do I want it the same
Like Christmas inside a snowglobe.
The happy picture.
The ever after.
Why does this sound sad 
When I know I want to live and die inside it.

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