Walking alone on empty streets
With Faded street lights
Cold breeze of air
Me and my shadow
Always the best pair
Unlocking the home
Everything on its place
French garden window
A royal bed
Everything is there
But there's no one to share
I smile here sometimes I cry
Horror movie isn't scary
More than the silence I carry
Sometimes I cook sometimes I don't
Sometimes I eat sometimes I don't
The blue vase i bought
Is still waiting for the flower
And you know
Few nights when i have cold
There's no one to to share the shawl
I can sleep naked or in my formals
Nobody cares if I'm barefoot
Or in my stilettos
Everything around is expensive
Everything around is elegant
But everything around
Is empty
Searching someone
Just like my soul.

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She walked the lonely road,
Screamed in empty street,
Poured tears on soul less pillow,
Lost her mind in anonymous crowd.

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Walking through the empty street

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There is nothing prettier than my city at night,empty streets and cold wind ! 💛🌠

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I did not walk on the lonely road
and something drove me away
Its end path is not over yet
I keep walking and this will not stop
until the darkness is over

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in the midnight will give a
goosebumps, as we pass
through the streets, we feel
that someone is following
us without knowing us.
This screams me a lot when
passing through the streets
when it is dark and empty.

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As I walk along the empty streets, I realise there is no one but a faint shadow following me...
And then the wind makes me realise, that our hearts are so empty that...the wind plays a tune of thoughts...singing to the mind...that we cannot escape....OURSELVES!

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On a empty streets
Under the yellow lights
Under the sky
filled with millions of stars
I wish to dance
Where no one is watching me
Just the moon being the only audience
to watch my dance
Where I am the happy soul
Of my own world

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I love every night,
Amid the moon's bright,
At the end of it,
There goes my light.

In the empty streets
The wrath of words are wandered
Every tiny stars sucks the
Last drop of my worries

Every drop at the eternity is sold out,
But the memories are freely,
Dancing in the streets,
I'm calm before I lose myself in the road...

I'm tired of dream, I don't remember
In silence I'm embracing the pillow;
I ask my heart, because my mind is
Blocked with thousands of pharses.

I'm aware of the facts,
I love to end this thing with beautiful pharses; but
I don't have enough power to recall,
I'm at last page.
You have lost me in the dark street
Now.....
I'm at the last page....
To begin.....
-hema

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Empty street

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