I hate him.
His advents were
an aspiration of stillness,
giving me
the coolest memories.
He left me drained,
hiding my tears.
I was in the dark,
where no one
dared to open.
He came beyond the clouds,
hiding the lights of life.
I can touch him.
I can hear him
but I never talked back.
I was void
till his appearance
cause he was beautiful,
as my pain drained
away with him.
I was detecting
him from Love.
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MY THOUGHTS WERE POEM.
PoetryMY THOUGHTS WERE POEM is my third book. This book collects my 20 favourite poems. Hope you would like this.
