Going Away is Hard and so is Coming Back

With a heavy heart we part,
A heavy lump in my throat; stopping me to convey to you the depths of my heart that needs to be unfold,
The burden to be away from you- the thought of the vaccum , and the fear of someone taking my way through.
The distraught feeling of being excluded, makes me weak and deluded.
The inability to be a part of your life weighs a burden that you don't understand.

The lonely nights, the sole support;
Made me my only friend and depicts the struggle to be my only hope,
The yearning to be held by you- might not seem significant to you.
But that was the sole motivation for fighting the insecurities and sailing through,
Alas! the time has come to be with you.
That makes me wonder, whether the real you is important or the predominant dream of being with you?
Just as sending you away was the hardest thing, accepting you with  differences seems the same too.

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