We keep running in circles,
Afraid to embrace the truth,
The truth that comes out front,
Every second of our existence,
What's the use when the truth will befall,
And strike so hard you can't soothe.
Why don't we just accept and go on our own tangent,
All we do together is bearing each other's presence.
We belong to different tangents my love, and even if I am ready to abandon mine to join yours, you wouldn't let me as you don't need or want me there.
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...
