Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Countless Tears

I'd heard music...

I've been searching for the goodness of every note

As I write one quote,
As I shower loathes,

It sounds well

I am both sad and glad,
Sad because the music didn't stop.

And glad cause it was still ringing inside my head.

When I rest,
When I lie and lay in the bed,
I still hear the sounds I've been too exhausted.

Heaving it...having it.

But, most of all too tired wasting my tears,

Whenever I heard the sounds of dramas and mistakes whenever I heard voices that pierced my head.

And it was still untold...

My stories are my words and all set of flows written in my flaws.

As I lend speech in raws of rows,
As I send music upon the sand,
I cannot count it.

Sent.

Can you?

🖤: ♡♡~~say says,
@jasv