• debanjaliroychoudhury 9w

    When the mind falls ill,
    In the wraps of darkest thoughts
    Reflecting the fading colours,
    Merged into hues of grey
    Somewhere in the chaos,
    There's a whisper of a thought
    It's not kind.
    It's not love.

    When claiming to be in love
    That shelter fear, that scrapes,
    That do not heals, that is toxic,
    Its not kind.
    It's not love.

    When the body battle scars,
    In the mines of dark thoughts
    And you are broken down,
    With the fake emotions he mimics
    It's not kind.
    It's not love.

    When your caged soul can't escape,
    You are scare almost half to death
    In the silence that leaves bruises,
    And you can't trace back the days when roses smelled sweet
    It's not kind.
    It's not love.



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