Beneath the endless cerulean atmosphere
I let my mind wander
Let it drowned itself in the ocean of thoughts
Until I felt the pain no more
As I lie awake
My heart is in squall I can't comprehend
Silently battling the gusty wind
Leaving me too weary even to breathe
As I lie awake
I felt confused
Terrified, unable to make a move
Why does pain can be this rude?
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INKED RHYMES OF A BROKEN SOUL
الشعرI write for my old wounds, I continue inking for new. Coz when I can't speak, my inked words somehow suffice. Collection of heartaches, pain, love, and sorrow. Written to proved that something broken can be turned to something beautiful Written in E...
