forgive me
forgive me dear,
dutifullness is the
frontline where i
fell from the grace,
failed to recall
how my fingertips
should have sat down,
forgive me leader,
distress is the long
affair i've ever had
with my heart,
freedom has its cost,
so i made these
fences my life,
forgive me reader,
non-descripted is
the atmosphere of
the skies under which
i laid jute mattress,
to rest , hold your hand,
and sing you the
depressed dirges,
forgive this pleader,
she chose not to
kindle and unlock her,
but waxed her hesitancy
into vulnerability of 'someday'
and grew her self-distrust
into our sleepcasts of nights,
forgive her dreamer,
do not misread her,
forgive her believer.
- chetna 🌻
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