• namrata21 6w

    I only saw demons

    My eyes were atypical

    Before i go to bed i've seen him dancing in my funeral
    I rubbed my eyes to see more unburdened apocalypse
    The fear and anxiety sudden knocked my window

    And every inch of my skin was freezing
    I knew i was haunting by his footsteps

    The song he murmured while dancing was
    telling me you ain't a holi sonnet ,you are a book of guilty!