#30. Everyday

My belovedĀ life is a chore,
I sit and stare for ages to come,
Into this blurĀ of my future.

I stopped,
Just like my heart,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for love.

My minute existence,
Our epic romance,
My infinite boredom,
I’m confused.

Where are you?
You just vanished,
It’s like I sold my soul,
For this insanity.

It still hurts,
Yet I await you,
One day,


Thank You,


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