I wore strong armors, no one came near.
But when I wanted to be true to her,
I removed it, and she struck harder.
She may never know, it was not accidental,
Because when souls meet, it is destiny.
I let her go because she was mine,
Only love can give that freedom.
No one releases someone,
Who was never a part of us.
It wasn't ego, nor anger, nor hate,
It was love that chose freedom.
I planted a seed of love,
in the soil filled with hate.
Still hoped it would grow into a tree,
Where I could sit and rest.
I am waiting to hold those arms,
That broke my heart and soul.
Even after my world is broken,
I am still not tired of loving her.
Maybe she had a license,
To break my heart in silence.
I know I had no place in her heart,
But did I ever come into her thoughts?
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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