Luckily my mind cannot hold a pen,
I can't imagine how much it wants to write.
Luckily my heart does not have legs,
It is eager to run towards her every night.
She captured my most dangerous weapon,
My mind, it stopped to think, and to fight.
She enslaved my most precious part,
My heart, now she owns its light.
Every breath awakens old memories,
Moments with her ended without closure.
I don't know if we could've had forever,
But I'd have stayed, even though it was a disaster.
My proof of a love is carved so deep,
That forever my promises I'll keep.
I will remain invisible to her,
Even when I gave all I could.
They say kindness and love are languages,
A deaf can hear and a blind can see.
Yet my kindness is what got me killed,
And my love taught her to hate me.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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