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Wintery Souvenirs : The Truce
It's a hell of a road I'm walking down,
And my heart's beating out of my chest.
It's a crime-like thought I pondered about,
I wished for once if we never met.
But it's mostly when it's getting late,
When my mind starts running wild.
It now even tries to self-manipulate,
Encased in fragile lies, how long I'd hide?
Sometimes loving means leaving,
Isolation and some self-healing.
Sometimes, if you wanna survive,
You gotta make harsh decisions.
Some things change with the seasons,
Sometimes, the heart has its reasons.
Sometimes, there's no good way,
You gotta truce with your demons.
I'm tired of waking up every day,
Next to a tear-stained pillow case.
Nothing really changes, though pages turn.
What used to hurt, now it just burns.
© Karthik Chyawan
And my heart's beating out of my chest.
It's a crime-like thought I pondered about,
I wished for once if we never met.
But it's mostly when it's getting late,
When my mind starts running wild.
It now even tries to self-manipulate,
Encased in fragile lies, how long I'd hide?
Sometimes loving means leaving,
Isolation and some self-healing.
Sometimes, if you wanna survive,
You gotta make harsh decisions.
Some things change with the seasons,
Sometimes, the heart has its reasons.
Sometimes, there's no good way,
You gotta truce with your demons.
I'm tired of waking up every day,
Next to a tear-stained pillow case.
Nothing really changes, though pages turn.
What used to hurt, now it just burns.
© Karthik Chyawan
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