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⭕Tread on the pages slowly,
Read the stories carefully,
This is my mind on pages,
Try not to cry,
And break
My
Already broken mind,
As you step
Through,
The dark alleys,
Fire may burn your skin,
And dread may make you akin,
To the bestrewn brume
Of dusk.
Now you will decide,
Which you prefer,
When you tread upon my mind.⭕
▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪⭕I prefer my words to bloom,
In the haphazard way of life,
I prefer my creation to loom,
Over the luminance of
Shadowed pride.
I prefer my words to hang in the air,
Like the autumn leaves,
In the mid-autumn night.⭕▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪
⭕Tied by your heartstrings,
A shackle of your friendship,
I am bound to your soul,
Forever and evermore.⭕▪_▪_▪_▪_▪_▪
⭕The words are evaporating,
With every breath I release,
For now my existence has found
An escapade
Amidst the beautiful soulless crease
In between life and death.⭕▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️
⭕Solitary amidst the vibrant void I sat,
Counting the stars hooked upon the sky,
Etching the words that ran through my mind.⭕▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️
⭕Just a somersault
And we are inches apart
Kissing stars
Like an end to the new start⭕▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️
⭕sweet nothings whispered
to our mild heart
And just like a mirage
It had us
Broken apart⭕▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️_▪️
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, incidents are either the author's imagination or is used as fictitious manner. Any resemblance with actual person , living or dead or actual events, is completely coincidental.
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Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...