It was then.
But not then.
I was there.
But not there.
It was growing.
But not growing.
I was moving.
But not moving.
It was intoxicating.
But not intoxicating.
I was falling.
But not falling.
It was consuming.
But not consuming.
I was hurting.
But not hurting.
It was tragic.
But not tragic.
I was loving
But not loving.
It was you.
But not you.
YOU ARE READING
Scraps Of The Unsaid
Poetryi tried to speak them out whenever i gaze into those beautiful pair of galaxies but you see im not a good speaker and i would almost always choke and screw things up so i pretty much ended up writing them
