My love was punished
For being too real and honest.
She carries a different kind of magic,
In which my adamant heart goes silent.
She doesn't have to touch,
Speak, or even look at me.
Just the thought of her,
Disturbs the silence of my heart.
No matter how much distance,
Silence, or time may pass.
My eyes will always carry her image,
And my mind, her memories.
In a world where people become memories,
She became my war & my weakness.
As my heart refuses to let her go,
From the place where she has etched her name.
I am staying away from her,
So she can be wherever she wants to be.
Yet forever she lives in my heart,
Along with my love and care.
My love loves the love
That loves her with love,
So love can keep loving her with love,
As long as love itself lives for my love.
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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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