Broken pencils, crumpled papers;
You asked me why and I said goodbye.
Everything was fine until I read between the lines
Of you and I
Still remember the days back
when I used to give you all of my gems
I don’t worth of owning
Out of endless redemptions and red carnations.
Now its all getting back to my nerves like how
You casted a tomb of what it could never have been.
Daggered in, flickered out of
Rattling through the reigns of foul plays
You made me play, in the middle of somethings.
Baby you love the classics and so do I,
Just like pseudophedrine, I want you over and over again.
And it’s all stuck in my head beyond the skies,
Broken pencils, crumpled papers.

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Self catastrophe -an elegy
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•Archnophile•
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//She caught her existence amidst the melancholy//
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