Each time it hit me
It hit me like a wave
Like a storm out of nowhere
And I was dragged into the airThe long hours of crying
Till my eyes dried out
And then crawling back in
Just to catch my breath in betweenBut now it isn't like that
Now I don't see the storm
But all I see is empty
And the space where I'm aloneThere aren't any dried eyes
But there is a scratched heart
And this is even worse
Than the storm I had to passFor before it was a flood,
and everything was flowing away
But now it's just a desert
Just me on my endless way
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My Escapade..
PoetryJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.