The Last Page Of My Diary

The Last Page Of My Diary long poem

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Scribbling down the essence of my heart,
Writing down the unsaid words so easily,
Hiding it with those blank pages,
Which will be filled with the same sweet agony,
How I know the pre-written destiny,
And still giving my all to change it,
Just to see a little more sunshine,
To see if magic really works,
If efforts actually pay off in kind,
Closing the diary again every night,
Swaying in dreams of the reality written,
Day, Night, Day, Night, the pages are filling,
I have desires, I yearn companionship,
I didn’t seek silence purposely, but solitude indeed,
Trust me if you see my heart open bare,
You will see an honest heart shivering,
I see my future full of incomplete diaries,
And the last pages full of inhibitions and wants,
I don’t want to move towards a future so dark,
I want my sighs to be heard,
I want these blank pages to be colored,
Is it that tough to ask?
Is it being needy to want some love?
Why are we in a circle of comparisons so hard?
I don’t want answers, I don’t want arguments,
I want hugs, kisses and subtle amendments,
Mutual is not just a thing,
Understanding shouldn’t prove you to be a sin,
I don’t want to experience serendipity,
I long for a consistent and true empathy,
Those unheard tunes of my soul lingering in the heart,
These unread words which can rip you apart,
If and when you will try to see through these,
Come running back to me and give me the tightest hug,
Reassure me with a locked lip,
Hold my hands like a forever already been,
More than on the last page of my diary,
I want us to be on every page and within…

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