Leading life in the dusk,
Scattering like no one does.
The pages which were once close to heart,
Today they are known as scars.
Laughing at the silly things,
Wondering how live little beings.
After the great storms,
Destroyed their little homes.
Smiling in his thoughts,
Remembering his soft talks,
No more happens to me.
His knock feels so dim.
Shining in the day,
Hiding in the night.
I'm feeling like a loser,
Who failed to be a good lover.
-s.b
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Resonance
PoetryShe is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.
