Years ago, I used to think,
Used to smile in every blink,
Dreaming of our link,
I was so sure, he'd never let me sink.
Now, years after,
Not only did the thought alter,
I saw my guy finding a different shelter,
I saw another girl at the altar.
Whatever that lives changes, whatever that dies changes too, then why does a heart that is living dead refuse to change. Maybe that's the balance, the sterility.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
