I thought it was really going to be easy
To just miss you
Not wanting to come back
And hug you
Oh wrong was I?
Now when I m going to see you everyday
Hear your voice everyday
See you roaming on corridors everyday
Writing intensely in those notebooks everyday which you once showed me and talked about,
your voice full of passion
Now it's not there.
Not anymore.
Just a void , a blank space
In my myriad of thoughts
Of what could've happened right now
Reduced to dust
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Inked Stains & Crumbled Pages ◇ COMPLETED ◇
PoetryDive into a raw, free-verse journey into the unfiltered corners of the human mind and heart. Through scattered thoughts, half-finished dreams, and the echoes of late-night reflections, this collection explores the beauty found in imperfection. Each...
