I have seen my own cries of anguish behind this good smile.
I was once in deep thought meanwhile.
I was thinking of how could we cover up an extra mile.
So I won't end like this, kneeling in the aisle.
My voice conveyed the solemnity of darkness.
It was the only emotion that fulfills my solitary.
The same emotions which I feel repeatedly.
Intoxicated by a bitter-sweet agony.
Still it was far off to result in reality.
For him, I was just his life's special commodity.
What would I tell you, if I happen to see you, not in my dream?
How will I hide the woes, which I know will definitely beam?
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Originally composed by: @Prettymira18
Date: December 8, 2015
Dedicated to: goldzdie
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoésieIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
