You & I
Like a nestled grapevine
Struggling everyday to keep our spirits alive
You & I
Duped high
On cheap pricy musing minds
Keeping us tensely captive long days and nights.
You & I
Yearning for consternation
Keenly providing each other consolation
During our apprehension
You & I
Went absolutely astray in labyrinth of loneliness
Discovering all doorways of happiness
And freedom
Only to realise these abstracts are an illusion
You & I
Talking endlessly like stars spread in night sky
About uncountable topics
gleaming in joy and sorrow about our stars
You & I
Bounded by our defected fates
Narrating our individual tales
Trying not to be too gale
To avoid unnecessary pain
You & I
Drunk high on our tears
Heart cold with failures and fears
Laughing with a numbness
Knowing we died young, my friend, my dear!.
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