What Happens

What happens to all the love that I wanted to give but you did not want to receive, 

Does it go waste or it just floats in ether pretending it still has that earthly aroma, 

Does it hover on your beautiful bosom like a buoyant feather or Does it sink in my heavy heart.

Does it continue to shine like the nothern star or it fades like a dying one? 

What happens to all the tears I shed, we shed,

Do they still mellow your heart or they just flow away.

Do they hurt you alike as they hurt me or they are just an artist's afflatus?

Do they mean something or they are like some gibberish phrase from past.

Wha

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t happens to your sweet smile that made my knees go weak,

Does it still bloom cheek to cheek, or has it lost the glimmer like tarnished silver.

What happens to us once you throw us away like an old muse,

Do we still mean something, mean anything at all

Or we are like an old dusty book which served its purpose and now will sit on some forgotten shelf.

Or do we fall in the lap of some poet who turns tears into amber and perils in pearls?

What happens to us from here is some thing that occupies my thoughts,

It is something to which I don't seek an answer to any more,

It is something which I hope doesn't hurt either of us anymore.