Paper Hearts

Believing you was like searching trails of stars that entangled themselves in constellations of twilight sky.
Your vivid blue eyes were the oceans of all the thoughts I had someday drowned inside and then tied them into the strings with one end in your tender plams and the next one embroidered on my heart beats.Every word you uttered reached to me as a melody which stays timeless on my lips on my lips. I kept learning how to really sense rhythm in your breaths and move my feets towards you from miles away. I kept summarising your definition in a different language which became oblivion for everyone; but to you it was straight call asking my secrets to be embraced in your arms.

When music kept fading, crowds kept vanishing; my muse emerged to you as a promising kiss over your scars that travellers stabbed on your back.
In  snowbound December my heart soaked with blues lost its dimensions and the sonnets you icicled on the strings kept slacking it; bringing us closer to each other. When my heart could not beat any more, when my soul could not be recognised anymore, it choose to mingle with you.

I died for you and little bit in you reciting all those poems you wrote over me.You could hear me and feel me as ebullient butterflies in your belly.You kept discovering me all over you which eventually offered me rebirth.This time I choose to spent my entire life within you.Instead to being a sinner I choose to dwell in your sacred soul and I learned what it’s like to be

pure,compassionate and loyal.
Being you I realised blues are not always grief;sometimes it is the medium making us inextricable.Beyond the boundaries of black and white we are just one. ‘A Solitude Soul’.
After all you were a poet with folksy blues and I had paper heart.

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