Your crayons, my notebooks
my notebooks, your paper-boats
was our weird love story,
had ended before it budded!
Sufferings are those taps of life,
I failed to play in the recorder
that was thrown, unused for years.
Your thirst, my bottled drinks
my drinks, the joys in your eyes
was our childish crush!
The sharing of meals, leisurely gossips,
few false plays, immatured promise-
I cradle my broken childhood in memory!
Your songs, my words
my words, your smile
was our boyish bygones-
from school to river front
from my home to your back boundary
The storm and thunder stirring inside your heart,
I always refused to play in tides adversary!
Your call, my duty
my duty, your amusements
were our teenage sand-houses,
were once built but busted now,
entangled is the entwined story.
The stars in your eyes
shall live longer than history,
if they were not false, my deary!
Your maturity, my foe
my foe, your understanding,
the gap between have and haven't.
You ran far, knew to fly high
leaving me lone in my sky!
Your denial, my pain
my pain, isn't it miserable?
May you be selfish, I'm not-
I still let you live in my heart.
I have penned you and me, hiding from all,
in countless poetries
in my forlorn diary!
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