Love
By Apoorva
Love is hurting
Love is healing
It breaks
It mends
You wait for it
You run from It
It surrounds You
Yet feels far away
Fills your lonely nights
Makes the nights lonely
The type of Love am talking about
It's original
It's true
It's rare
It can be narrowed down to words
Or put up on a pedestal forever
It's intensely staring in your eyes knowing nothing will compare to the stars you hold
It's missing you while being with you
It's hearing your laugh in fire crackle,
Hearing your sorrow while your eyes smile
The type of love am talking about,
It's lovely
It's with you.
By Apoorva
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