I held into my lifeless frame,
Till it doesn't get break into pieces,
I held my lifeless frame,
Till my aching hands didn't gave up,
I held my lifeless frame,
Hoping it'd feel life in me again,
I held my lifeless frame,
Hoping there'd be atleast one hope,
I held my lifeless frame,
As if life exists in that non-living frame,
Stakes were high but I still hold on,
Time's were rough but I kept my hold on it,
On the days I felt like nothing,
I gave myself a hope to keep going,
On those days when life didn't buy me drink,
I gave life those drinks,
On the days I couldn't control anything I released it all,
And gave life chance to take charge of it,
And it made me fall harder,
Still I tried with new hopes,
But again I'm in that anxiety and pain,
Oh I just kept trying hoping someday it'd be alright,
But I don't know when this lifeless frame of mine,
Will provide me life again,
Oh I'm tired of running,
Oh I'm tired of being in this ache,
Oh lifeless frame it had been a long since I hold onto you,
Please hold me otherwise I might loose what I've and what I own.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
