Thoughts at 3am.


Crescent moon is no beauty I chase,
Since I had seen you in darkness.

A few words for the guy I had loved
Believe me not, but I still do.

Maybe its just anger and realisation
that coverd love with self love.

Cause I have felt love at 5am,
warm, in ur honesty.
Cause I have cried love at 7pm,
cold, like our memories now.
But lately it's blank- 24hrs ,
And every passing storm is taking away the damp leaving me vacuum.

The fact that you puke blood gives me solace,
Knowing that I am not the only one dying in this desolate place.

If you are the boy in the mountains and I am the girl of the city
Then is it climatic change that's melting your eyes and flooding my brain?

When promises are meant to be broken,
When heart is meant to be stolen,
When our love will not see eternity,
Where our togetherness has no certainty,

Here we both are, dancing because of puppetry,
While our shapes no more match our symmetry.

But I am tired of chasing you now,
Thinking of replacing u now.

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