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Sitting out in the night,
Under the starry sky,
When the rain pellets down in dizzy drops,
I write this letter,
Which you would open,
When I am out here, far away,
Lying down just like we used to,
Upon the green carpet, amidst the woods,
Looking up at the tenebrous void firmament,
Staring at the same disc of silvery globule,
But just would be miles away this time,
Far enough to gather courage,
To write the things I refrained to say,
From the start to the end,
I'm pouring me heart out on the paper,
In a hope that you will forgive-
Tell you how I wrecked,
Everything that was dear to me,
How I stayed quite,
Even when my heart wasnt free,
And how the voices in my head,
Finally drove me to my insanity.
So with nothing here left,
Only what I saw right,
Is to take the debris of this broken soul,
And run far to find a haven for it.
One day I shall wake up,
Feeling the loss of you more,
But cope,
And sober myself knowing that you are out there,
Somewhere, with a forgotten me,
And then I shall crumble to the duties I would be bound to,
And forever you will stay,
In those lanes of my memory, where just words could reach,
To trace your faded existence again in mind,in my head, in my heart,
Until its gone.
Diminished to pieces of ashes-ashes flown by steps of time.
And by the time,
You finish reading,
I will waver amidst your thoughts,
Just a piece of me stuck within your conscience,
And then vanish it will,with me-
on the other side of the globe.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
