Drive
It’s funny
how my heart wants what it wants
While I sit
at my desk and try to right all wrongs
I don’t
have the power to resurrect you from the grave
Knowing this
fully well, why won’t my heart behave
Forcing it
to reconcile it with what’s real
I wish
that was the only ordeal
But I
still need to deal with what we did create
Building up
hope in the beauty of fate
I know love
won’t help me survive
Yet it
seems like life’s only drive
Varsha Pandit
11 Feb 2025
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