Ups and downs,
It goes,
With no mercy or laughter, it flows.
With passing clouds drizzling here and there,
And no one stays true to their heart.
For years the brook is flowing through all the creeks,
No heart stands still to hear its story,
For, they prioritise their feeling,
Regardless of its wound healing.
Harbouring false hope every time the clouds come,
It's going down in vain again,
As everyone goes, one day,
And no heart has time to hear your Monday.
It was a passing cloud for everyone,
Just move on.
Halsey
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PoezjaFor the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published o...
