• d_lost_scribbler 9w

    Sitting by him,
    Emptiness waited for him,
    To finish his drink.

    His passion was intense,
    His timing was wrong.
    He craved for her vibes,
    On their favourite song.

    He looked at the clock,
    He picked up the phone,
    He wrote a text,
    But read it alone.

    The backspace on his phone,
    Witnessed all of his pain.
    It was a regular routine,
    Old and same.

    Just like in maths at infinity,
    Or may be far away from it.
    He still thinks,
    Somewhere for sure
    Their paths will meet.






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    His passion was intense,
    His timing was wrong.
    He craved for her vibes,
    On their favourite song.

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