|22018|
You were heat and you immersed my ice. You were unseen 'til you vanished. You prepared for your comeback with haze and fog, and rain. Non-stop, chilly, freezing temperature. I felt how you splatter in my palm, and how I longed for you to come back, because I knew you will. And you will leave me, again, and again, and again, and you'll be back, again, and again, and again. It's a tiring process, a tiring cycle. But I hope that this would be over. That I can finally say that, "I remember this, but not the loss everytime you leave me."
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
