Do you hear that?
That's the sound,
Of nothing but silence.
Do you see that?
No figure or even shadows ,
In front of our sight,
But only a wall,
Which break up apart,
Forever.
Do you feel that?
Of course you don't.
As the one who was deeply cut,
Wasn't you,
Nor your heart,
Nor your soul,
But me.
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Bittersweet
PoetryOur life consists of a few things -Happiness, Sadness, Regrets, Love, Disappointments. To me, I call them 'Bittersweet'. I started to write poems after an incident. An incident that I would never ever forget. I hope that the poem's I wrote could al...
