nasty life


The reasons were far-a-gone

As I held on to the little ones of destination and practice

I knew may be it wasn’t made for those lights to shine under the dark covers

I had made the provisions of decisions, of being in love

The lights were dimming under the thin cover of clouds

No matter how fast I ran the decision on the destination was going away

It was my heart which was struggling, the lone defense of love without my mind

Had I held the love for too long or was it still struggling with PANTING

Would you like to help out the reason, the mind asked fighting the lonesome battle

The strings of being with you are broken

Would it help for being alone on this journey?


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