i would happily kiss you good day because you were so patient as to kiss me goodnight.
you stayed and stayed, even when i asked you to leave. you didn't let me miss you. mr. future told me it'd be alright, all of it. waiting, still, to see if he was right.
if someone asked me to define us, i'd say 'it's like trying to balance dinner plates on monkey bars'.
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Who's the dinner plates, and who's the monkey bars?
doesn't matter at this point, i think.
Sigh. So beautifully put.
Main poochta hoon akhir iss duniya main pyar karna jurm kioon hai.
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