• 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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