It is where the story lies
The lulling to sleep
The wake up calls
The good mornings
And good nights
The sweet nothings
And total surrender
To where this heads
Only heart knows where.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
No Expectations
It is where the story lies
The lulling to sleep
The wake up calls
The good mornings
And good nights
The sweet nothings
And total surrender
To where this heads
Only heart knows where.
