Your Smile Paints, To Every of My Pain.
But in freedom, we can start it all.
I love admiring you from afar. It will be safer for the two of us because if I encounter joys in seeing you and being with you, then you might be not safe at all... I am a full wave of disaster, my love. I brought immense pain along with me and it will be showered against you, eventually.
I want you to be safe, for you are my love, for you are my dream, and it’s by not letting you submerge inside me. I am letting you live without you knowing that I breathe the same air as you, touching the same flower as yours, drinking the same water as yours, and aging in the same world as yours too.
It'd be easier for you to craze within joyous and compassion without me lingering on your way, your only spotless flowery path. It'd be easier for me to love you more as I witness you being at ease which where I am not in. It'd be lovelier if... if only... I am flawless enough to love you brave, and to cure my wounded feets so then I can walk with you, as I am getting better and gentler to you, and as I will grow more vigorous to not hurt you—with you have to see my lousy shade.
I'd love to love you, resting it all to you and for you to embrace, only if I am as perfect as the clear sky.
I love you, but my existence would hurt. If the thin breezes could make you feel it through your skin, then I think it's enough.
I am hoping for you to wait, until I can make it for you. Until I can live longer for you. And until I can get old with you, for you, or even just die for you either way.
I will love you, with all the way I can. Not with this pain being extant.
But just for you to know; your smile cures, and I will celebrate it with you, one day.
You are the love, and will always be my fluency in the epitome of love. I am making my way there for I am going to make the string untied, for us.
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The love that is hanging,
Ajishaka Darmendra.
