When empty corners,
Seems to be a beast ready to devour me.
When quiet hallways,
Seems to be a journey to death.
When white walls,
Seems to be a graveyard.
When darkest silhouettes,
Seems to be the light of hope.
When painful death,
Seems to be a way to live.
I wish you were here.
I wish you'd be beside me.
I wish we could be together.
I wish we can be each others courage.
I wish we could be each others living.
I wish we could bring back yesterday.
Please be with me!
You and I, can we still be together?
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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.
