• ___blacksoul__ 1w

    #flow


    The ink on my paper flows,
    As dark as your sin,
    And as deep as your hatred,
    But it flows, relentlessly.


    The thoughts in my mind flow,
    With the potency of your nonchalance,
    And at the rapidity of your moving on,
    But they flow, impatiently.


    The red blood in my veins flow,
    The same red which was once the colour of our love,
    The same flow which was once the semi of an air blow,
    But it flows, continuously.


    But the only thing that does not flow are my tears, From my eyes, down to my cheeks,
    Since you left with such a swift air blow,
    But it hit me like a massive tidal flow.



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