When you came in my life you were no one,
now it seems better than you is no one.
Talking to you became a habit,
I felt suffocated without sharing with you every last bit.
The only sunshine i ever wanted to see were you,
my only moon were you.
Your thoughts always flooded my mind,
just like on earth there is wind.
The only topic i always talked about was you,
my only thought was you.
You were my motivation,
and my only destination.
But then shit increased,
your trust on me decreased.
There is so much change in you suddenly,
with which i couldn't cope up even slowly.
There is so much i want to talk to you about,
but no words are ever said which is killing me inside-out.
Seems like the sunshine is lost in the sky,
which kills me as i cannot even fly.
'Miss you' are the only words on my mind,
which keep playing after going on rewind.
The more i talk to someone the more i miss you,
The more i try to run away the more i miss you.
Are you some kind of mental illness,
or is this really true love keeping me in stress.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poesía"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
