By Ojeswi Medisetti
watch me burn myself up—
a futile attempt to savor life,
I sing now with a hollow heart,
“why can’t I fly as gorgeously as you do?”
forgive me, for I can’t love the same again,
I will forgo the sunset’s fondness this hour,
the delicate frown of a faceless moon,
no one can cherish your phases of bloom,
a grueling path to traverse, indeed,
to adore the only one to make you bleed,
I miss the days I’ve not yet lived,
The fall of my tune might just be revived.
By Ojeswi Medisetti
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