i could feel your touch even though you are miles away
lost in the thoughts of you and suddenly it’s 4 in the morning
“cigarettes smoke and my black jacket hold,
holds your aroma and our clothes on the floor”
hysterical of me to be this close
i opened my eyes and it’s 12 on the clock
it was a dream, a reverie never to be disclosed
of who it is about but one reader will know for sure
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My name is Maanvinder Pilania and i love writing which is the sole reason why this blog exists in the first place. This blog is a place wher...
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This poetry series is about a love affair that was meant to be doomed from the beginning. Signs were appearing yet the characters in the sto...
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