A raw charm and engulfed me
She looked lively
A soul wild and free
It flew out of my hand
Before I could count up to three
Heaven and hell are superlatives
It was something in between
Moments ago, it was real
Right now, it's just a dream
Nothing has changed
Everything remains the same
A slight prick, but a lot of pain
Breaths were no longer getting heavier
And the world wasn't turning upside down
It is no longer scorching hot
Within four walls, I am no longer caught
A fond memory was stolen
My heart had stopped bleeding
Eyes were no longer swollen
I was caught
Within glass walls
You came and broke them all
Gigantic, strong, and tall
And then, our eyes met
You were right beside me
Moments later, you were gone
Perplexed, bewildered, and alone
Just then, the splendour ended
I woke up
I was left in a state of despair
After you vanished into thin air...
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