I dont wanna move when in trouble,
Nothing more I wanna add,
Nothing more I can say or do,
So I hold all plans till clears this clutter
And you love them not for their perfection,
You love them for their imperfections,
I am not seeing anybody, not even her,
Let her be and let me be,
My heart knows she’s in trouble,
She knows about me.
This peace we give to each other ,
To know what is running through our mind
Like a pause we take not talking till late,
Because over talking is danger,
I dare not breach the truce,
I may be sad, she may be sad,
But it feels so good to have ME time,
This gives a strength in solace,
To the bond that balance.
…..to be continued.
The Godly are rescued from trouble, and it falls on the wicked instead.
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Linking to #Dailychatter #UBC Day11