I wish to have,
Book kind of love,
But my kind of book,
Not the one where he burns world,
Or where he gets possesive,
My kind of book,
My kind of love,
Where he would be by my side,
Because he choose to,
I don't want that mindwhirling love,
I want the one which feels like blanket in winter,
Which envelops me in its warmth,
We might love others our feelings might change,
But it would be all about,
Choosing each other,
Everytime,
Everyday.
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Quickies
PoetryQuickies when you don't have time to read but can't control the urge to read. The chapters would take only a few seconds to read. This book is a collection of extracts. Or short poems. All the edited version would be on my instagram. Id - escapades_...
