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The words unsaid,
Touches the longing in my heart.
It has become an addiction now,
Since you left me apart.
Every now and then,
I would miss the presence of someone
Who made a hole in my heart.
Though this pain's unbearable,
But I was made to survive,
As fate has dawned this upon us,
So I was meant to feel this hurt.
Cries of mine would never succumb,
Though sleep would consume.my eyes,
The thought of you would would never leave me,
Stabbing my heart like a knife.
It would remind me,
That I ain't capable of love,
A memory that won't be restraint,
That I ain't capable to make you mine.
Even though I would suffer,
The whimpers would never be heard.
I shall take in all,
The miseries and the pain,
And shall wait,
Till I see you again.
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Serenade✔
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✔ __________________________________...
