Poetry 54
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PTSD
On the streets where silence was making some noice
On the streets where I can hear my heart's voice
I'm standing in the dark under the moon roof
My life with the same stress playing in a loop
My memories of you was something i remember too
Always the night which make me remember you
You were pretty just like the daffodils
You were joy full and bright like a cute seal
You were the medicine to help me heal
A pen in hand, Words in the brain
Remembering you gives the satisfaction with little bit of pain
Didn't I asked you for so many times to stay
But
You left me behind distancing me away
What a night or the PTSD to be called
Your hands not in mine but your memories is something which I still hold.
YOU ARE READING
Moonish Love-[Poetries]
PoetryWriting the tells just like the moon nights some dull and some bright As the poetries written with a pen but words said by the hearts CARRYING ENGLISH AND HINDI POETRIES WITH: LOVE, HATE, SORROW, MOON, LAVENDERS, AND HER
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