Alone.
Cold dark room, windows closed
Old music plays as she relives the days of the youth.
For she never talked, never showed concern.
What's the use of the heart if you can't show love?
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Bhava
PoetryA collection of poems for Krishna as well as writing about my feelings and thoughts, my experiences and memories.
Alone
Alone.
Cold dark room, windows closed
Old music plays as she relives the days of the youth.
For she never talked, never showed concern.
What's the use of the heart if you can't show love?
