With these empty eyes, dried from all the late night cries

with all the love trapped inside it, hoping to find someone to open the door and get them out of it

But still fear to break even from the slightest harsh breath into pieces of shards that can't be put back

To finding beauty in the loneliness and silence coz after the Strom they r the only one left with one's side

But never having the courage to go in the Strom and experience it with the fear to loose oneself in it


© kanharadha