Maybe, I was too much,
But was I wrong that I didn’t expect much.
Maybe, I misunderstood you,
But was I wrong ever to mislead you.

Despite drawing my heart with emotions,
You left it feeling torturous.
The whole night I cried,
Cause I didn’t want too hide.

Sitting alone, in torturous blue,
Sliding away in those hues.
Thinking all night, for the beautiful anew,
Long I await to never meet someone new.

Β©2021 Arshnoor Kaur Chadha. All rights reserved.


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A bibliophile by heart and a bubbly girl who wanted to start a blog since 7th grade but is starting in..........

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