Oh dear boy who roams in my dreams
Never you worry about my admirers
They are no more than strangers in a crowd
Faceless men
Awed by my smug face, bold words and composed silhouette
Oh sweetheart, they only see my shadow
Upright and spotless
Not my wounds but the glittery scabs
Not my tattered soul but embellished patches holding it together
Not my scars but the light coming from them
So, my dear beloved
When you see them displaying their awe
Treating me like I've grabbed their hearts
Don't you compare yourself with them
Not for even a slightest of a moment
Because my soul longs for you only
My breaths escape my lips only to leap towards your ears
And my heart has your name etched on it
Oh my dear beloved
I'm yours
And they are just faceless men
Moving beside me in a crowd
Oblivious to chaos inside me..
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