Respirations
Secrets lie there
in the folds of your half open lips
exhaling lover's potpourri
Forever is too short;
you whispered
Forever is yet to be;
I sighed
And in the middle grounds,
the medium of then and now
eyes locked on the same goal
(painted in different shades)
Untold truths lie there
in the creases of your half closed lips
inhaling the secret wishes of my heart





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