The idea of you
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Shraddha in
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every morning sunshine
brings a small piece of you
to my mind and I dip it
into my regular coffee
to drink away my longing for you
those twilight hues remind me of
your eyes, which peeked into my soul once and saw how my pain
swallowed me in silence
Every night I stare at the
dancing cursor on my empty message bar,
which prompts me to text you...
to talk to you... but I'm unable to...
what if you typed back asking:
sorry, who are you?
It'd break my heart a little, you know
As I shut my eyes
for a good night's sleep,
I see us speaking
those thousands of words
which we may never speak in real life
Call me a hopeless romantic
maybe to a fault
but would it be too much if I say
that your smile and warm gaze
brings my melancholic universe
to a grinding halt
Is it you
or the idea of you
that's driving me crazy?