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Poetries
Poetries aren't intended,
But poured from heart.
When the pain runs out of space,
When a little too much the heart aches.
Words cliched, Fresh yet the pain,
Tears flow through ink, when eyes aren't the way,
When the actual one fails to come out,
When by dint of the words, i choose to shout.
-Shaili
This one's from 2021. "Tears flow through ink", i remember how proud i was when i wrote that line in 2021. Now this sounds very cliched so i added the 3rd line to make it a little better, though I didn't wanted to change how raw it sounded so i kept other lines as they are.
© Shaili
But poured from heart.
When the pain runs out of space,
When a little too much the heart aches.
Words cliched, Fresh yet the pain,
Tears flow through ink, when eyes aren't the way,
When the actual one fails to come out,
When by dint of the words, i choose to shout.
-Shaili
This one's from 2021. "Tears flow through ink", i remember how proud i was when i wrote that line in 2021. Now this sounds very cliched so i added the 3rd line to make it a little better, though I didn't wanted to change how raw it sounded so i kept other lines as they are.
© Shaili
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