These lines around my eyes
they carry the words of my stories.
They are maps,
marked by endless rivers and roads
that trace the nights I've lost
thinking out loud
and wide awake,
running in circles inside my head.
I was awake to the realisation
that you are my world,
and without you,
I am lost.
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Questions to Our Answers.
Short StoryWe all are questions, In search of the right answers - Unwritten poems, Infinite verses, Waiting to be put into words. start=>27.3.2018 end=> start editting=> end editing=> completed...
