Will I be the same when we fall apart ? Will I be able to see any other girl the way I saw you ? Will even my poems feel the warmth of skin of whom about it is written for and about ? Will I say good night dear or night until the day arises ? What will be the parameters of liking her ? You or her beauty ? Everybody thinks I've met my love and romancing with her but, Will I be ever satisfied even though I've never felt beyond a few hand shaken and a few shoulder taps Or admiring you chubby cheeks Will my lines become clichéd ? I guess I got my answer, Touche! Will I breath the same ? Will you answer these never ending questions or you will even leave this like you left me, Unanswered when I asked nothing. -N.B.
