Waiting For Your Arrival
Wound is vanishing but bleed of tears are not.
I flaunt being alone but loneliness is haunting.
The perfect evenings are no more warmer to heart.
Your playlist is played in my mind on repeat mode.
But I couldn't break your heart's code.
Oh I'm buried alive. Where do I find myself when I'm my own stranger.
Peace is shattered ,
Bring me yourself in myself.
Copyright © Harshitha Gn | Year Posted 2018
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