Nights take eons to day,
days take ages to die.
the breath has forgotten to breathe;
like an elevator in an old edifice
something is stuck somewhere.
a sigh of succor comes to me when
my breath gets entangled with yours.
when my forlorn eyes rest upon
memories worth clinging to,
dreams worth dying for.
someone is stuck somewhere.
1 comment:
beautifully written ,dont you think it will gr8 if we can make the things immovable,we can stuck the time,sort of time traveller.
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