I don't.

Dearest Readers,
sharing with you a poem I had written a few months back,before starting the blog.


I don't allow my mind to think about you n sway..
coz I never know when I'll fall off the steep creepy edge near the bay.
I don't allow myself to catch that fluttering butterfly,...
I fear of losing it to the sky.
I don't allow myself to dream...n dance about,feeling gay
coz on the floor with a broken heart I might just lay.
I don't allow myself to be that extra happy n joyous..
I'm just too afraid of its end,n this is obvious.
I don't want to get up from my new formed comfort zone.,
love,affection,care,trust,are the ones I have too much shown.
I don't want you,I don't want this n I don't want that too..
my life is not that perfect shoe.
I don't want to bother,I don't want to share...
this is how I've become... at small things I suddenly flare.
I don't.I just don't.

-Peace n Love
Shalaka