when people upload their sad notes,
my upper lip try to put your name on
the tongue but my lower lip shuts it up
pressing it with a small force,
and like every magicians spell
it remain untold.
but one day i will share our story
and show people one can't hate
the person they loved the most
the only thing changes is the
possibilities to get them back
'cause love is not a punctured cycle,
you cannot stitch it with rugged stitches.
[She broke me not my love 'cause my love is inevitable]
©Vikaswrites
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pass by thoughts
Poetrythis book is a collection of my pass by thoughts, no heartbreaks, no traumas, no self mad sad imaginations but just facts with rhymes.
