I was able to feel content from time to time,
satisfied with what's around me surprisingly.
The feeling never lingered in my heart,
feeling a relief at days, the next morning
always arrives with a whining sound,
everything crashes back in its right place,
I was able to feel something, at least.
Illusional raising of my heartbeats,
adrenaline goes up, adrenaline goes down.
Just like a game of tug o' war, incurable
pain of my heart pulls from a side, weakly
the leftover flowers of my heart fight back,
sirens are sounding now,the fate has already decided its winning card.
"I have been busy with studies I didn't have time to write or read or even breathe l i t e r a l l y "
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
