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Hanishree Vichare

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Hanishree Vichare

Abstract Classics Others

My Perfect Red

My Perfect Red

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I tapped on your door at the darkest night,

A shade of view was left in the blue just like footsteps on the beach...

And there was nobody for me to say, it's alright' but still I lived in just as a wonderful glitch...

As we were supposed to be friends, but a misunderstanding caught up so fine that we even lost the connection of our untouched love...

And no words appear before me because of this love which was always so invisible to meh...


Just this love and I never needed anything more,

Calling up the whispers of are you sure? 

Cuz I never ever had this before...

But I can keep up this story lighted with all your empathy; in the moment we talked, as you were never mine... 

And I don't know what I am writing around,

As I don't think any more before doing it...

And we both stand in the same situation; somewhere, somehow... How strange?

Your smile shines just like me,

Your tears are hurt just like mine,

Then how are we different?

But at this moment I am happy because you are, just like we're in love, are we?


...


Just like seven days in a week,

I want to love you more and more, every moment, every minute, night after night,

And you'll kiss my waist to let me forget all my worse,

Showing devotion, deeper than that ocean,

Making it slow, you'll leave me with that afterglow...

And inside this crimson sky and fated door, I found My Perfect Red';

Just like reflection of mine in clear blue water,

I knocked out this, but it came back to me and this moment I lost my grip, I won't lie...


Your scars, my pain,

And your hands in mine,

Falling for each other,

Your eyes describing mine,

And we are lost in this moment of time by going back to each other...


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