n pursuit of love
weary, i still march onward.
To a destination uncertain,
weaving my own way,
with a bag full of splendid dreams.
Jostled by winds,
i sputter like a candle flame
still managing to burn
to brighten my own way.
Like an insomniac walking barefoot,
evading hurdles and pits
am still headed, quite perished.
In order to siege his heart,
i surrendered myself.
No clue he had,
not a word i uttered.
I stood beside but looked away,
walked along but ways apart,
smiled with him but weeped inside,
cried with him but numb inside...
Claimed i love , but couldn't proclaim.
EYES MET HIS,
BUT STILL LEFT UNREAD..
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