It's a quiet kind of day today. No 'shor' in my head despite the bustle outside the office doors. It's a peaceful day (however, let's not jinx it)..not many people in the office. A rare, quiet day amidst the chaos of adulthood.
#reverie
Old friend
Someday soon I'll stop vying for attention I know this familiar feeling Like an old friend with a sad smile on her lips Knowing eyes filled with sympathy and regret Hoped for a better ending this time You and I both Yet we somehow keep running into each other Stuck in this merry-go-round forever Destined to be each other's muses Rejection and me. I couldn't write you letters Ink bleeds me dry I refuse to shed tears over the same old patterns repeating themselves Duty? What of it? Don't feel sorry for me, I beg Your pity is worse than your scorns Such peaceful snores I wanna strangle my dreams Like the last bit of whimsical poetry you tore from me Throw your money and your big words back at you. Carry my rebuttals like a badge of honour Your name on my hands Dried up wounds Baked to your skin Blood and bones Lies and more Light leaving your eyes Innocence shining still The night is quiet Your heartbeats loud My pathos knows no mercy Just like your shrugs. #reverie
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