In which happiness is a state long achieved; for the beating ticker is finally complete.
The hands of its lover wound around it tightly, pulling it out of its solitude and showing it a world never seen, one where love doesn't translate to misery
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Poetry❛Tragic lovers. Tragic stories. Tragic beginnings. Tragic endings.❜ A compilation of words strung together to construct melancholic stories of love, betrayal, tragedy, and lies. • © 2019, simraan bedekar • (Mostly free verse poetry) ✺ Third place w...