If I | Poem

If I tell you;

I’m not fine,

I’m not alive,

I’m not yours,

I’m not in senses,

Will you be with you?

Deathra, in simple words,

I write to you,

Come! Hold me in your arms.

The darkness you rule,

I recreate it with your touch,

And, I long for you,

And, I long for her,

I’m not disloyal.

Deathra, you don’t exist,

In this world of humans,

She comes along on world,

To hold me in her arms.


Come! But with remorse,

I’m sleeping in her thoughts.



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