The boy who held the universe in his hands
With the twinkling stars at the glimmer of his eyes
And the sun kissed breeze of his complexion.
I'm in love with the boy who holds the world in the form of words and sentences
The boy with my heart crushed in his hands
And the pain that embraces me to a point I have given up, I don't want to breathe.
In the end,it's hopeless anyway
To fall in love with the boy who loved me but never say.
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The Anomaly of Emancipation
Poetry"It's 3.00 AM, and these feelings don't seem to put themselves to sleep." A compilation of short poetry written when the heart just wanted to talk.
