Quite unlike the calm sky, Console the turbulence within I try Mornings after, crumpled bedsheets Waking up to your smiles, Darkenss eating into my soul, Void expanding akin a black hole. Vastness of emptiness, cavernous heart, Unending desires jumping into fires. Ashes of yesterday crowding my sight Harsh sunlight hurting much more. For tomorrows noone … Read more
Her bags are packed, but where is she going
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