pain and pen
sometimes my tears.. sometime the rain
what all they do ?
erasing my thoughts
word by word
I'm feeling like a lost a key
emotions are locked and tied with chain
yes, that's my breath
I can't keep it as mine
ofcourse I gave up it all time
but I'm trapped
again and again

well, there she was
my secret queen, my sunshine
but loving someone who already in love
is like drinking vintage wine
the more you drink
more you will sink
but.. it's all fine
as I learned
how to make ink from my tears
with my pain and pen..



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