Sadness engulfed me..
I'd write stuff on my heart but you'll not love to read it..
I'd inscribe words on my mouth, because I can't speak them out..
I've died a thousand ,
I'd still hold your hand for the hand-reth time..because I don't want to let go.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry is the TRUTH that tell's Art's lies, which in turn is the LIE that tells the TRUTH.. pieces of you and me relates to the romantic world, the ups and downs, and the expressions the could not come to the surface in the heat.
