The words unsaid he writes them down for you. Forever Immortalized, forever unsung to you.
Words of radiance, words that mourn, of little promises–Never made, still broke
It’s the only time he ever feels wronged. Words bathed in mirth, the irony to them untold.
Words stolen from a balm in Aiden, for the most radiant among the radiant maidens, little bits of magic unfolds— Perfect little blemishes on his darkened soul.
In the restlessness brought on by the moonlit sky is when you come to him, a moment of dire weakness, to the world unbeknownst.
For if ever a tear falls for you. He won’t ever let it show. He will take it to his grave cruelly uncried, a curious little sparkle in his eyes.
He will hide behind the decorum of the stern countenance forever worn. Stupidity, serenity, demands of a behemoth pride.
When the fiercest of winds blows his way, he’ll say your name. Say it with all the dull aches and the pain, for if the winds have a heart they shall now forever calm.
Some morning they’ll caress your face. Blow a lock, place a kiss.
And it were to make you smile, he’ll know. He’ll smile in turn with sealed lips, a scared and silent bow.
Beyond the magic of the most passionate kiss, the greatest of all sensual touches, the most magnificent of gifts
A DESI MUFFIN 
Reblogged this on My Proliferating Thoughts and commented:
Reminds you of erstwhile “real love”, when there existed nothing like “pretentious love.”
Beautiful.
Very well written.
I think I’ll keep coming back to read this.
Wow, Im speechless. You write very beautifully.