Poorwa's blog

We exchanged love letters disguised as poetic metaphors. Altered every schedule to say hello before somebody else does, changed my route back home just to see you turn around - just for once.

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In another life, would be I someone prettier who doesn't wait for another chance. You would take me home when my feet refused to move, we would laugh foolishly over our promise of a last dance.

It's only when sometimes I fall asleep and meet you a lifetime ago, standing in front of the library.
"You like reading?", I said.
"Only because you write so well."
I watch from a distance our cheeks turn red both at the same time.

The lighting strikes in front of my eyes and commands the shadows from past drag me back to life. The clouds pour their pain all over me. Where do I run to when the whole sky seems to blaming me?

The shadows at least, they should know we don't belong here. Yet they hover over the whitestained curtains on my walls, believing someone out there lends an ear to prayers.

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My eyes are wide away, but they are strangers I don't wish to see no more. 
So I fall back into the same space, the same day you first said hello to me
           (before just random words were those specific metaphors)
like I was just a poem once dear to you, that now you pretend to not remember anymore.

-Poorwa