in the inter-mingling noise..
of unexpected and everything
in the cheaply lit void
of emptiness and nothing
a candle still burns
with a dwindling flame
a boy still waits..
mumblin a name
under his breath!
he tries to think of the sun.. .
the moon n other such :)
lands his thoughts somewhere
near the cut of her skirt...
Distraction is terrible,
sucha use-less destructive force...
when you ramble for long enough
the point can then get lost
its a lil chilly outside
a lil slow inside my head
maybe its just a winter weekend...
wishing me DEAD!
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I wish you DEAD!! . as well.. stop this pink riot
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