Deep conversations, no contemplations. Nothing to lose, nothing to own. You and I, a miscommunication. Everytime but when you touch my scars. You leave my heart with answerless questions.
I wrote heartbreak She wrote betrayal I said incomplete She said loneliness I said promises She demand for whom I said for you She said liar I whisper why would I do that She shouted I have seen you with her I said about whom are you talking about She flipped the table with glare I was wondering She was fuming I said I don't know She whisper unnecessary She left without any other word And I sat there wondering if this is miscommunication.... When we both whisper lost...