~Three poems and a scream~
Nights are for dreamers and thinkers and writers.
I am all those three.
The night claims me.
But the night is mine too.
The best thing I've ever come across.
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A book of poetic gibberish.
Have fun reading!
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After the truth appeared he jeopardized the future. With disruptive thoughts and a heart that held nothing but lament. He foresaw his tomorrow Full of lies and tears Not his, but hers.
Wild heart beats that loved him as a whole cried at nights when he failed to make a future full of smiles and faith. She loved him still with shattered pieces of heart with sharp edges. A million dusty fragile pieces loved the whole of his heart; mended with her love.
The same love he continued to neglect with blind eyes and unfeeling pulses. But the belief remained for him as she could not let the broken sad man be gone. Belief of redemption and mutuality and survival- survival of his lost soul and her shattered heart that did not expect any tending.
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