Got me wondering,
over your loneliness.
Though here's me,
the loneliest.
Wondering, still.
Hoping those stories were deleted,
ours.
Just like the snow that falls over me,
gone with the wind.
Which gets thicker through the time,
and gets softer, too.
Till your words wake me up,
got me amazed me that I'm alive.
Your gaze throughout me,
it gets brighter but simply gone after.
Your words over me,
left me hanging,
left me undone.
So let me tell you a thing,
my pretending-masks were on this whole time.
So tell me, dear.
Which one I should wear for today?
Which smile I should show for today?
Which one, you say?
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#throwback 2016
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Puisiwhen the incision of black completely takes over the barren white ones, when the better left unsaid words are finally having their so called freedom ㅡ i happened to post some on my side account so if in any case you stumble across another work that...
