Senses of being self ,
Different or being the same,
I played my heart like a guitar,
The waves bonded with time,
The crime of being mine,
Now iam lost with time,
We are stars with shine,
Shimmering down my spine,
That vibration giving me death,
Time slowed the moment i closed my eyes,
Parallel world ,stopped my eyes,
Stolen moments i can't escape,
Breezy moments i can't replace,
Something that stole my heart,
Was living this world, with perfect smile.
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.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
