I almost forget to breathe
When your eyes see through my soul.
You’re too magnetic for the iron in my blood.
You’re the living legends I’ve been told.
Let’s not run to the angels
But agree to dance with the devils.
Let’s sleep sound in a nest of poetry,
Legs entangled together like tendrils.
For you I’ll knit a sweater of hope,
From the stars that I’ll pluck from the sky.
It’s a cruel world so let us elope.
Together we can make the wrongs right.
We can be invisible in a crowd of masked hearts.
Your soft moonshine merged with my rose wings,
Might just give birth to a reviving whirlwind.
So bless me by piercing my soul,
With those eccentric emerald eyes.
I’m too lost to be found again,
yet I know I’ll only be yours in this lifetime.
-Megha Bhartiya 💜