Squeezing eyelids- flowing out her love

Glooming room-add push ups to her grieve

Her pounding heart- shouting to every ear

Her dry lips whispering their first kiss

Her soul that hugged him- grasping the grey pillow on her chest

Wounded head hits hard- to conquer the dead heart

Floating soul when his fingers go through her silky hair - losing her last breath

Her soul is dead- while her hand is hugging the pen 

This is love of mine….

  -Thara- 


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