Poetry

Poem: Infatuation

Giving in to this meaning
Slowly seeping in my being
Like the ocean into titanic
Her ennui wavers like lavender candles
Do I turn around
Do I look at her
I feel she moves away
Oblivious Sun sets by the helpless land
A pull, I am here, I am not
Pacify, console, curl inside, I look away
Too much composure
Too much evidence
My voice could never make a sound
Hers is like silence twirling around
Even a sigh could reach her and shy away
Hope my heart beat fades away in the music
While all I say it’s just an infatuation

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