Poetry

Sometimes

Sometimes,
You find yourself
Nowhere but in thoughts.
That’s where you are
Not alone.

Sometimes,
You ought to love
One who mongers
In your thoughts.
That’s where you
Are kidnapped.

Sometimes,
You take care
Of her, named Beautiful.
That’s where You
Hold her.

Sometimes,
You don’t say it,
Yet write her Poetry.
That’s where You
Call her for hugs.

That’s where You
Want to talk anything
But can’t Because
silently, Love talks.

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