She played me a violin,
A violin of exiguous tears-
The music of a dead man,
Afraid to restrain his sentiments.
Awkward isn't it?
How this still ocean,
Turns into a black tsunami.
Engulfing virtues;
Engulfing affliction;
Engulfing souls.
Cause it can't handle,
It can't handle,
A persons intimacy.
Cause the ocean too:
Is weak,
Is enervated,
Is broken...~Krishna~
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PoésieI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)