2023 ends
2024 begins
But my soul still lives in the victorian era
My heart belongs to the 19th century.
This modern world is not my home
This contemporary era remains unknown
I don't wanna breathe in the polluted breaths
I wanna go back to when love was unrequited.
Love is not for show
It's a secret between the lovers
Only the true lovers know
That they're connected by soul.
Without communication, without promises
Still, their love stayed intact
In today's world, people are promiscuous
They make fun and enact.
I was born at the wrong time
But still I'm alive
I am bound
And all I wanna do is die.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
