I don't strive to make my lines rhyme. Because I know it will be a failure. Neither writing nor love should be forced. I therefore let him depart in such manner. I also let go of my words, allowing them to take in whatever form they desired. Now, all I can find in my room is poetry in the form of you. I've described you in all of my quotes. You're sitting there, staring at her. I'm sitting here writing a few lines about you. If I had written about someone else instead, he would have given me first priority. But here I am, constantly writing about you. Maybe that's why you're sitting there, staring at her. ©Priya S #secretcrush
