In the awkward moments,where I stood, without any words from you..
All I felt was destruction,may be a little a little dignified,but still destruction..
Wars between mind and heart,fought all alone,becomes the reason of destruction..
What is the need to even meet face to face,or raise a weapon,
When cold heart,turned face is enough to ruin someone..
Why is there a need for destruction?
It's just,may be,there is a beautiful way to destroy?
