Two perfect harmonies playing inside an empty room.
Two distinct lights existing between the dark corners.
Two alluring dish making stomach shout in hunger.
Two perfect us will never be a perfect harmony playing in an empty room.
We are not the distinct lights existing between those dark corners.
We are not an alluring dish anymore.
And what drowns in hunger now is our hearts and not our stomachs.
Before we two are too perfect,
But now we're nothing but a silhouette of the forgotten past.
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
