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TheOne
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At 25 , the chances of finding love are bleak,
It was easier when I was 16 at school.
High on half Shakespeare books.
Writing poetry like Orlando but Oblivious of betrayal like Ceaser.
Laugh was a dialogue and not a montage where the sepration was being plotted.
We'd address each other as Romeo and Juliet,
Unaware of the end or the burden of heartbreak.
It was easier when I was 19 and in college,
relapsing like an addict expecting a different outcome.
carrying the incomplete pieces of jigsaw to find the
and confuse romance with intimacy.
Love was draped in a rainbow and letters full of lifetime promises,
With gestures so big that the world would feel small,
Although the moon and stars were safe now.
It was easier when I was 21 and meet you.......
(to be continued)
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