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Emptiness after love
The voidness in my soul
as you run from me
is no less than death
to me but wasn't I always
dead in the love I shared
for you?
the kind of silent love
where my heart bleeds
the colours
to express my love,
had it always been like this?
when we stand apart
I somehow
break myself into
what you can see
for what I am not and ever be.
© Akshaiya
as you run from me
is no less than death
to me but wasn't I always
dead in the love I shared
for you?
the kind of silent love
where my heart bleeds
the colours
to express my love,
had it always been like this?
when we stand apart
I somehow
break myself into
what you can see
for what I am not and ever be.
© Akshaiya
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