Every
crack doesn’t show.
Every
tear doesn’t flow.
Sometimes,
There’s
so much in the heart
That
never sees light
Every
hunger can’t be sated
Nor all
agony shaped
To script
That
ink would write
Often,
what is in sight
Is
coloured by our needs
The aches
drip crimson
The agony
misleads
Demeanors
can be prisons
That
hold yearnings
Subdued
Maybe,
what you see
Is
just me
Trying
not to kill myself
Over
you!
MS
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