I can’t even your write your name
Lest somebody else sees it;
I can’t express my feelings
For somebody will dislike it;
I can’t hold your hand
What if somebody is jealous of
it?
I can’t look at you or take your
picture
Then, somebody may fall sick out
of seeing it.
How much do I want you to
silently say,
“Come, let us close our eyes
& lock our lips;”
In an passionate embrace when two
hearts become one, again,
And demons are demolished.
But now, I can’t even call or
message you
Because you
–and not somebody else-
Do not want them to be .
What more do I say,
If you do not want to grow old
with me?
That, there is a next life?
What do I do with this one, then?
Keep on walking towards an
illusory horizon
And join the ember sun sinking
into the blue sea?!.
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