you come flyingat a speed
i negotiate hard
to evolve
and
get a meaning
of your moves
i get scared often
of the things in store
i know
beauties are too magnetic
and oppertunistic too
my heart
it says
faith is good
i hardly know
where does you stand
my lonely moments
its pricely
to get lost
in your glamour
may be
its gems
a get off
at your thoughts
i get lost
i surf hard
to come off
the sticky
it catches me
again
your gems
come
strolling
under my feet
i struggle hard
to have a balance
as i feel
not to loose you
in another oblivion
source inspire: shipra.v

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