Before I fall
Open my eyes,
Standing at the edge of a cliff.
Trembling and my cold feet.
Giant wind beast and what if...
I fall,
Catch me before I fall.
Your touch is all I need.
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An amateur writer got a platform to share her musing.
Kolkatađ
Lost
Walking on a cold desert,
Direction lost.
Carring a bag of parasite sorrows,
And I'm the host.
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Leaving behind the memories,
Lessons that we learnt.
At the end, worth;
Every struggle, every effort.
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I get to know their dark side.
Behind the plastic of kind and loyal,
There's a moster that I'd hate.
I wonder how they don't think twice,
Before driving to the dirty road.
I wonder how they don't think that,
I'm too small to bear pain when its overload.
They broke my delicate heart,
They broke my trust.
Blood and the cruel fate,
I cannot even feel hate.-
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Over the ocean in her soul.
But she stands still, staring the wheel
Of life, which goes on.
She is tangled up in her thoughts
And all the lessons life has taught.
Starry nights are haunted, she's now exhausted
By life, which goes on.
Muddled, messy, thoughts intertwine.
Such a chaotic situation up inside,
Mind feels heavy and her brooding eyes.
This is life, which goes on.
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