Your absence in my prejudices was loud to make me
To realise your faults;
Screaming and dead both, at the same contagious time.
From it's eternal bliss
Till staying haunted with the shadow of purest remnant
You were alive in my soul
Which now have immersed
In the depth of statements
Which the bloody heart pours out
It's existence
To create alluring fundamental gaze
In it's predetermined prejudice
The heart still screams the magnetic reason to exist
While the will has given it's superiority in the sands of Unknowingly Desires.
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoesíaIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
