• shafia_khanam 101w

    We are tied to
    strings which are
    constantly trying
    to reach our necks
    .

    The land is vast
    and our scream
    turns out to be
    just another echo
    .

    We reach out for
    help but who we
    find standing in front
    is our own reflection
    .

    The sun seemed to
    be the only star
    and now we have
    lost our way
    .

    Only to find each
    other, broken, beautiful
    a little drenched in pain,
    a li’l waiting for love. //waiting- unsung strains.

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