The One, Who Was Perfect

pondering about errs like never before
feeling deserted and besotted like never felt

urging him, just come and hold
hold all of me; the hands, the face, the soul

have an arrival and let's talk about the remains

let's start over from the turn where we left eachother with each other's intuitive feelings

let's show some etiquettes and be mild to each other's presence

let's perform again at the same podium and complete each other's half

let's ease up to our rigorous heart and be each other's adorables

let's doldrum the Status Quo and be an eternal preferences of eachother

eventually, just come and make me precedent again.

Sakshi Singh
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