A mistake still there,
The hurt still alive,
The tear still waiting,
Who will save them?
The night comes,
When a silhouette running like a cheetah,
fast so they won't be seen,
disappearing into the thin air,
Nowhere they were seen and found,
What was that?
An unfulfilled episode of a dream?
-Ain-
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anything & everything
Poetrysomething were meant to be hidden yet it's strangling. perhaps all those feeling if written down, will go? Picture - Pinterest I do not own the picture.
