these feelings keep piling up,
not often as we talk though
curling up our lips
while the walls watch it through..
let our dreams speak for us
as dreams are pictorial and innocent,
i confess this during another night
of sleeping next to you
flashing the thoughts and desires
yearned for entire life..
sleep on while i'm talking
side by side, leg on leg
the warmth of you is an ecstacy
you are not me and i am never you
except those hours
when we sleep in our arms
lost in our own dreams that rests us together...
So many thoghts ran through my mind while reading this!!!!
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