I see my love, away from me,
Close to the grubby corner;
No! It's not my room,
I'm imprisoned
In the bunker of memories
Sinking into the garbage
Seeking hands to hold,
Hale me from the torments
To Pull me Out of the hell
And let my heart live again.
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Cliffhangers : Poems And Memories
PoetryPoems are pillars to this world. In words of my poems, you can find yourself buried and craving for love.
