Silhouettes > more than skin deep

Silhouettes

Silhouettes

why must i love a city that will not   love me back ;

or touch your shadow with such silly tenderness

or try imagine what we will grow to be ; this street, that cafe, those old gulmohar trees

i have no space here,  everythings changed, even the look on my face…

why have i changed / who arranged my chairs so we dont look like we all just arrived

like the lights were always there and the leaves never turned like people who never grew up and left

why do i love people that never knew they were                                            mine

Bonds are such crazy things. Like birth certificates, they                        never lie…

when you love like this,

its

like that…

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