"Lover Boy"

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"Lover Boy"

Khatoon Hazara ||| 6.12.18 ||| 2:01pm ||| Cambria Math ||| 12 pt. font

I am by my own side, standing.

The frame of you stands erect in my heart, always, beating.

I have said this so many times, it comes out clear now, so very acute. Angular.

I wonder so much what it's like to be yours.

So very misted, glazed; unknowing to the eyes.

I am gifted, or so the people say.

But I am, indeed.

Sometimes, I wish it to... no, not stop, though I am overwhelmed with gratitude, my rivers flowing with the abundance of His blessings; and this is only life, imagine death: sometimes, I wish it to - and, verily does He speak - but, I only wish nothing but good for this universe and the people in Her. 

They say the heart does what it does for a reason, and my reasonings?

Why, then, do you question me, you already know of my heart to be pure, innocent, whole.

Never would I have ever come to that thought; the thought that now comes into my mind, while yours is remotely distant from them. I am aghast.

Tell me, Lover Boy; tell me of all your many adventures; your strives, your wins, your losses, your victories, your downfalls, your defeats: tell me of you, a story only the gods have known; won't you bless my ears and wash away all my sins?

For a lifetime I have know you; known of you, known to be wary of your kind; the kind that - with all due respect - knows.

I am set heavy against the blackening sky, aren't I?

One of the Elven greeds'.

I am surely surrounded by that which is toxic to me, all that is here, there; everywhere... can I breathe, can I breathe: here, take my seat.

I hone in only on the topics at hand, but sometimes, yes, I do tarry oh so much.

Do you know?

Coz I fear you don't, oh my goodness, it has taken ahold of me, I must break these chains.

No, no, it is of no matter.

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