I like it when you look at me,
and I like it when you pull my cheeks.
I wonder if you feel any different than me,
do you wait for my calls?
do you think of holding me close?
do you miss my voice?
do you miss me the most?
I never really wanted to feel like this,
but I realised it a little too late,
and now I'm stuck in here,
right in the middle
no bridge no stairs.
Damn, this is tough
so, just don't let me fall
I'm already into this knee deep,
So babe, hold me tight and
fall with me.
we can both burn bright.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
