My cold coffee

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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.

Our eyes whisper stories oor hearts are scared to read out loud.

Of all the languages, you chose to leave me in silence. 

One day he will find you. He will touch you and you will feel a lifetime of indifference- of apathy melt away in a single moment. And you will ache for him. You will love him, in the way you walk a tightrope- in the way people learn to fall asleep in war zone. You will bleed for him until the day he is gone. You will bleed for him every day after that. The time will pass and you will feel robbed- and you will grow bitter. You will ask why, but you won't get an answer. And that is when the words will come.

Poetry

I know you have seen things you wish you hadn't. You have done things you could take back. And you wonder why you were thrown into the thick of it all- why you had to suffer the way you did. And as you were sitting there alone and hurting, I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.