LOVE BLIND

Our jaded reality is breaking us at different odds.
We are tumbling, circling over varied crossroads.
I’m trapped between the interstellar of your eyes.
The price would be high, if I make a wish.
But darling whatever may this phase stings us with.
I am not giving-up on you. Just remember this.

Committed to hold you near though I’m prone to make mistakes.
Receding strength of my keens in hasty hiccups, my heart quakes.
Entwined in the aroma of your breath, I’m feasting on your lies.
The price would be high, if you would stay.
But darling whatever may this phase stings us with.
I am not giving up on you. Just remember this.

Go on demonstrate your ability to talk in supersonic rate.
My heart is on sprint, and with your moving lips, it’ll pick further pace.
Numb my head cannot fathom what to believe.
And you know pretty well, it’ll believe everything you’ll say.
The price would be high, if I fall for your tricks.
But darling whatever may this phase stings us with.
I am not giving up on you. Just remember this.

I am blinded by love.

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