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Wrongturn



Why do we trust so many people?
Why do we so care?
How many faces of a single soul do we see in in one single year?
How much of pain do you supress in your heart?
How soon will the Sun set over your eyes?
When will the light stop dazzling you?
How much of distress when piled in a load is enough to let you have a meltdown?
What are you to me that you expect you deserve an explanation to all my decisions?
You’re at least a wrongturn in the road of my life
Sunken, shrunken and dirty on all sides
Atmost you’re my night old muse
My next poem is bout how you touched my soul
Either way, you’re so shortlived my love
I’ll forget you existed by the very next noon
Shouting we’re all in the same doomed ship
We’re not, we’re alone and waiting singly for our doomsdays
Cause despite how far the bird flies from its nest
When the Sun goes down, the bird’s only welcome in her nest.

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