I remember I was listening a very beautiful love song. My head was down and my eyes were staring the yellow path beneath my feet. I have a habit of gazing patterns on the floor. I know this may seem so strange to many but it’s actually natural for me.
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Nobody Sees…
It spooks me wherever I go So, I hide in the darkest corner where it leaves It loudly roars my secrets to the ground on which it crawls And haunts me at my own being. It makes me lose my… Read More ›
I talk to my reflection…
I find myself looking in the mirror and these eyes staring back at me,heavy with rain… They talk to me about the times,when I thought ofunzipping this skin which I can’t When I stored the tears insidethat caused flood one… Read More ›