they know when to walkout
but don’t you know how to let go?
they know how to leave you in doubt
but don’t you know how to let go, oh?
they can leave you shattered
broken on the floor
but you’ll still look at that intact happy photo?
they’ll make you sore
aching on your own
but you don’t know when to overthrow?
their sweet muses
may be your favorite
but is it promised that you’ll get to listen them tomorrow?
Dear heart,
won’t you move out of this sad dark shadow
and go to the merry vivid rainbow?
-Nupur Dua
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Devoted to the demons inside
PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
