With Winters Receding,
And the Onset of Spring,
I feel devoid of Coldness
And the Cuddling Snugness.
The way I am Comfortable with Cold,
Had I had the Courage to have her Hold.
Slipping like Sand through my Hand,
I behold and wish I had some magical Wand.
Bewitched by her Beauty,
I forgot that I had some "Duty".
The Duty to Keep her Priorities above everything else,
When I am struggling to keep up with my Self.
The Duty to buy her, Her Freedom,
While keeping myself in Prison.
The Duty to look things in her Own Way,
While keeping my wishes at Bay.
I realized, what was slipping through my Hand,
It was the precious time that doesn't Stand.
Holding on to someone that wasn't Worth,
I wasted a lot in times of Dearth.
Come Spring,
I'll have new Wings,
Setting myself free to Explore,
A world to Adore.
P.S : Not my Story though, just aiveyin 😉