The Unspoken
Show me your cuts.
I'll tell whether you got the guts.
Tell me your tale.
There is an answer to all your wails.
Let's run away from this tragic reality.
At this point, I prefer monsters than this humanity.
Don't be another bug who gets crushed by a foot.
Kill them as a poisonous bee would.
Even though we won't ever meet again.
Our spring-like memories would always remain.
Destiny can't separate my love for you.
I can give up everything if I have to.
Speak the unspoken.
It won't matter if I'm broken.
I will fight the world if I get to meet you again.
Wait for me til' then.
Copyright © Nandika Srivastava | Year Posted 2022
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