lock out this world for just this night.
i can't share this beauty,this personal sight.
a heart,bleeding and stripped off pretense,
asks to be shared, asks a lowering of defence.
share with me moments stolen from time's hands,
time held frozen in shifting sands.
time we stole from this busy world,
with reasons that must be untold.
for i don't believe, they'll ever understand,
what it means, to have upon my heart, your hand.
why words don't matter when eyes speak with love and tears,
eyes that shield me from my demons, and my fears.
eyes that look with beauty, deep.
eyes that close and put me to sleep.
wishing i could be a single breathe you take,
even if i am sent away in a soulful sigh you make.
the few moments that i linger, i'll always cherish
granted this feeling is evanescent and it'll perish.
but i can't let the world see me,they'd never understand
Poem by bala.
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