Words that fall, out of my mouth Are like a tangled piece of wire. The beads were perfectly in place, And they decided to mess up As I pour every…
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A soft touch like feather. Like snowflakes in winter. On the palms of your hand. So soft. A touch. A gesture. Like no other. It was so cold. …
there’s a secret garden, Somewhere in the depth Of concrete and rubbles. And everyday I’d run to it. Find that beautiful flower, That’d put me to sleep. And in the…
Maybe the lines Dropped slowly. And words leave Forming gaps only. There were Raw cuts. And rough edges Spikes and a fire. Burnt out
If there’s one thing, That I should understand. Life is a multitude, Of rain and rainbows. It isn’t monochromatic, Neither definitively demarcated. There’s in betweens, And overlaps and complications. With…