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Tightrope of Love 🀍πŸ₯€



I cling to you like a lifeline worn,

Every fiber strained, my heart forlorn.

The tighter I grip, the more I bleed,

The pain is suffocating, my soul freed.


With every breath, I feel myself slip,

Into the abyss of love, where I lose my grip.

I'm torn apart, yet held together by threads,

Of memories, of moments, of the love we've said.


My palms are raw, my heart aches too,

But still I hold on, for love shines through.

In this desperate dance, I'm lost and found,

My identity blurred, my love profound.

 

The rope cuts deep, my soul on fire,

I'm consumed by love, my heart's greatest desire.

I'd bear the pain, the anguish, the strife,

For just one moment, one glance, one touch of life.


Is this the price of loving you so true?

To lose myself, to fall apart for you?

I'll take the risk, I'll bear the pain,

For love's sweet agony, I'll remain.

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  1. Aadrikaaaaa 🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻

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  2. Can u teach me πŸ₯ΉπŸ₯Ή

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  3. This shows the depth of your love ❤️❤️

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  4. Loved it ❤️🫢🏻

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  5. That’s so beautiful just like the writer ❤️

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  6. Perfect just like u ❤️ πŸ’•

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  7. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  8. Superb❣️πŸ‘πŸ»

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  9. Love love love 🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻

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  10. He is damn lucky to have u πŸ’“

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  11. So beautifully written ❤️
    Don't have enough words to appreciate you.
    All I can say is your every work touches my heart and I can feel it deep in me .
    Kuddos to you πŸŽ€πŸŽ€

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  12. It's been 6 years but still I do ND I will always do

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  13. Sanchit Srivastava14 October 2025 at 22:45

    Superb aadrikaπŸ‘πŸ»This poem hit me right in the soul the way you describe love as both salvation and suffering is hauntingly beautiful.

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  14. Bittersweet Love ❤️

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