• devchathu 49w

    Conversations, so soothing
    Missing, is vile distance
    Oh life, Will you stop this?
    I want solace, not words.
    Find me, Silence
    Find me please, Peace
    Till doom, till my death
    You be my only crime
    You be my only rhyme
    Irony it is, voids filling
    The voids that reside within.
    I want you and you want me,
    But, I am you and you are me.
    Understand, will you?
    You will never.
    Stop writing, can I?
    I can never.