Tears come in a depressing night,
Grief moans like an insane prisoner...
Sweet memories create a feeling of NUMBNESS,
Empty hearts lead us to ghostly affairs...
The moon smiles in a sad way,
The loony moments suddenly turn into melancholic screams...
Sore tears rip off two hearts,
They never talk for years,
They have repressive feelings,
Trying to move on
With others' interest...
It is a traumatic night,
Dark crows surround the lonely arms,
The knights gather an army of revenge,
The guy and the girl never say a word,
Silence is the only existence...
The guy is sad,
The girl is being fantasized
By another mystic man...
Her soul is a wanderer,
She seeks for the freedom,
She shall fall for another guy,
In a brand new location
In which her life journey
Will reward her loneliness...
POEM FOR THE EX...
WHEREVER THE NEW DESTINATION IS, EX WILL BE A SCAR...
Getting depressed in A FUCKING CLOUDY LONDON...
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