Turn

It'll burn

It'll heal

It'll burn

Again

This heart of mine

it loves this game.

I'll write

I'll tear

I'll write

Again

This memory of you

it needs being penned.

It'll lead

It'll fail

It'll lead

Again

This love of ours

it grows in pain.

I'll walk

I'll smile

I'll walk

To him

This morning of January

it will see the vows being exchanged.

But if so much as your shadow I see

Buying some time from time you recede

By the doors you linger

By the altar I wonder

I'll run
I'll break

I'll run

For everything that was

I'll turn.

© 2014 Neha Choudhry

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