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BLANK VERSE 🖤




I am crazy when I am in love ⁣
also crazy when I am out of it.⁣
⁣
Changing myself for someone ⁣
is not hard, the problem is ⁣
when you change the look ⁣
for something else in you ⁣
to change.⁣
⁣
I love like a bird out of the ⁣
cage instead of building ⁣
one more cage together.⁣
⁣
I will make you fall for yourself ⁣
first and then will love you like⁣
the second form of love.⁣
⁣
I have always been the one ⁣
who loves hard not coz I ⁣
want you to love me the ⁣
same way but the thing is ⁣
the only language I know ⁣
is love.⁣
⁣
Even if you don't look for me ⁣
when you are happy, look for ⁣
me when you are sad. Even if ⁣
you don't look for me in the ⁣
crowd, look for me when you ⁣
are all alone.⁣
⁣
The thing is some people ⁣
are born to love more, they⁣
love wild, they are crazy in ⁣
love because that's all they⁣
got, they don't ask for more ⁣
not just coz they are kind ⁣
but they know sometimes ⁣
love itself is a poem that ⁣
doesn't rhyme.


       -VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN 

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