Murky hands of destiny
reached the fragile threads
of their love,
they don't have
the required mastery
to untie the knots,
crafted so cunningly.
Their hearts strangers,
pull strings savagely
each to side of its own,
they don't beat
in the same rhythm,
anymore.
They should've known,
the strings too thin,
the signs were there,
yelling at them,
the end of the game.
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
