South Pole - South Pole, Repel!

Mom said don't you dare to break your heart
Mom said don't fall for love
Mom said don't loose yourself
Mom said don't follow your heart till it hurts

But the explanation was nowhere
Being kid curiosity came easily then understanding
Being vacant of the those feelings desire came easily then satisfaction of safety
And then
"You never find yourself until you are lost"

So turning deaf ear felt somewhat easy
So denying the fact that love is not always bliss was far easier
So walking south to Mom's directions felt only directions to goals
So there was she trying to get into everything above
But at the same time keeping her words
"Keep two things repelling each other is tough"

She was follower of heart
It felt right and so blissful
She loved fairytales to the core of her system
She had only known herself with those fairytales
And then reality played it's part
She too fall for love
Not quite easily but yes
Demons follow you every where
Unaware of the fact that how long it is going to be rejoicing and pricking
She dances along with the feeling every 24 hour
"Keep it if you want, because letting go is hell."

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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