I’m Too High

Im Too High short poem

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Totally lost in you…am I too high?
I have to hold myself back, sigh!
I wish I could crash in to you and die
I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie!

The bling in your eyes make me smile, tirelessly!
Your cornered looks make me fall for you each moment, inexhaustibly!
Your silent words make me go deep into you, unflaggingly!
If our tomorrow never comes, I’ll sit here and wait for you, untiringly!

The sparkle in my eyes is because of your smile,
The pep in my walk is because of your charm,
The sparkle in me is ‘coz you define me,
The zing in my words is just ‘coz you are there

Totally lost in you…am I too high?
When with you I feel like fly…up high!
I wish I could crash in to you and die!
I don’t miss you, oh yes it’s a lie!

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