Stranded vehemences need a voice.
Caress, sense the screech.
Eyes droning out the unspoken words.
Not autistic but i can live it.
Echo’s of dreamland assailed again.
Foregone desire left somewhere.
Wake me up, let me breathe,
Been years, god ,let us meet,
I still wander near her street,
In the hope, one day she’ll greet.
Embracing these silhouettes,
Dark sight of these unwritten words.
Overwrought for leaving the veracity.
Rainbow , colorless.
Startled by the reality.
“Pain is trouncing by conquering on the one who loves Pain”.
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