confession thats never late
to the loved one
we were together as kids
weve wished to have kids together
and i still blush over the fact that u were 17 andd i was 16 and we're arguing over honeymoon destinations
there was a time when we were just faking examinations just to see each other
and yes its still one of my fears to call your father mimick as a girl to check how you're doing when you are ill
i still remember the actions ive committed to make you smile
i still remember the circumstances when those tears talked to me
we were on the equator(centre of earth)
it was fairylandit was dreamland for a momemt of time i genuinely believed unicorns are for real
and.....
and all those dreams to see each other grow old
an all those dreams to faceevery situation good bad happy sad hand in hand were just proven to be myth
May be its just the algorithm of every story who have two people madly in love
all above we used low tier terms as insecurity,misunderstandings and few demons dressed as your friends asking you to judge me instead to trust me
before we realised what actually is happening we were far from the word together
i still dont regret the actions ive committed
but yes i regret to lose you
But
it is what it is
i still wish you to be happy
and for a fact you know im happy because all i wish was for you to be happy
i know its no movie that you come back to me at sunset.
all i wish was in future when we pass each other we look into each others eyes and smile for what a ride it was than dreaminng what it wouldve been
PEACE
About this poem
a fictional representation of a teenage boy who've experienced love way too early
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Submitted by rishikesh_v on October 21, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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