Poem: Collision {being a minimalist}

 

A collision worth the disaster

Taming me as if you're my master

From endless conversations to mindful gaze

It all starts clear but ends with haze

Now I'm afraid of light

Its mysteriously bright

Nothing more than a silhouette

A hoax since the day we met

I've dived through your shallow Heart

Oh Lord what a piece of art

Blue skies and butterflies

My ' teenage dreams' and your 'practical lies'

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