Looking up
At the night sky,
Talking of heaven, and the stars –
And thinking about forever,
Lying in your arms.

-Oh, these dreams were so cliché-d,
But yet so sweet.
I longed for the perfect kiss,
I yearned for a moment where
Nothing would be amiss.

And like a candle in the night,
You would guide me with your light.
Burning bright, yet soft to my eyes.
Truthful, yet not blinding.

But they were dreams.
Beautiful, yet untrue.
I was told that love would
Sweep me off my feet,
Shower me with roses and
Take over my senses.

But this is different.
There are roses, and I feel the thorns –
The pain makes this real,
It makes me feel.
Dreams are sweet but
There I’m numb.
So this is sweeter
For I can feel you in my senses.
I can breathe you
And touch your hair
And kiss your lips
And cry in my despair.

Because nothing compares
To the feeling of being in love,
Of being with you
And in your arms.
Nothing compares to what is real.
I don’t need the red roses,
I don’t need the violins,
The scented candles
And the walks in the moonlight.
I don’t want them.

For slowly I realise
How much I love you,
And it overwhelms me.
It is too much to hold inside me,
And so I cry into your chest.
I can’t breathe,
I can’t think
I can’t let you go.

I cling to you like
I never wanted to,
Trying desperately
To latch on to a sense of comfort,
A sense of belonging,
A sense of peace
Only you could provide.

And you may not even me mine,
But still I hold on to you.
For as I stumble and fall,
I know you’ll hold me up
And stand strong like you do.

Of maybe like me,
You’re broken inside too.
I can’t look into your eyes
For mine are hazy with tears;
But I can hear your heart
And I love the way
It beats so fast.

Because come what may
And whatever you say,
At least for now
I know just one thing.
That I love you,
Way more than I should.
And I trust you,
Way more than anyone ever could.

Wherever you are,
Whatever you do,
I love you
And the fact remains.

I know you know
Why I cry – And maybe
You feel my pain too.

I seek not my dreams,
I seek the love in you.
The strength in your arms
And the scent in your sighs.

I’ll take the roses with the thorns,
For ever if I’ll find you,
And as our breaths intermingle
In kisses of passion, I feel –
Maybe someday,
Our love to me will bind you.


About Khushboo

I'm 17, and have had a passion for writing since I was a kid. I write fanfiction, and rant occasionally on a lot of topics. Currently trying my hand at poems. I make signatures for online Forums as well...learned PhotoShop all by myself. Now ain't that nice?! :D
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