There are these times I wish to ruin staying shut

to only breathe in and out staring within you,

opening  not by words or actions, deceptions

instead by a lovely emotional connection,

in this state, I feel complete red and true,
I deeply crave more of you,

fully invested and stuck in your heart,
wish I could go back to the past

emotions and thoughts about the past have faded,
the anger and fear of what waits is surely dismissed,

Billy never knew these moments existed,

you are my pretty little fiction, shit I am having self-contradiction,
as if we're summarized in fiction turned into an addiction

to what do I deserve, what do I preserve,
to whom do I praise, the baby we will raise

for sending this amount of grace, at a very fast pace
to a boy who hasn't learned his place, no one could replace

and hey, who forgot to live, I did.
and hey, who lost himself?, I did.
who now eagerly understands me? you.
baby what love could possibly be. YOU.
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Love you.
- Wahab malik.