The seeking and the shaking
Tomorrow's another misery
To someone who hates the heart-shaped tapestry
Drowning from butterflies
Dying from burning fires
Thought the ground's shaking
Turned out I had trembling feet
Words that doesn't exists
Embraces that don't last
Two lovers meant for other people
What will the present be?
Dazzled with the prologue
But you're all bored when the curtains are called
Hanging up necklaces around your neck
Now I'm hanging up missing posters around the city
YOU ARE READING
the archives from batch no. 823
Poetrya collection of unsaid thoughts, archived in my mind and now written in words.
