Thursday, August 9

Day 8: Blissful Ignorance.


I don't love you like a plant loves its little buds
That will grow up to be a ripe fruit someday
I don't love you like rich women love diamonds
That shine in the glam and glitter of elite parties

I love you like I should love a certain darkness
Where I'd run to and hide when i have no place
I love you without knowing why I was with you
At first place, that very day of blissful ignorance


P.S. I've been writing my next chapter for the book, so there are these little posts and poems from some days. I'll write a post on a deeper note tomorrow. Did I tell you requests, or questions will be replied. :) Leave me in comments or the shout box. I'll reply in the posts.

Love.

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