A dark room and sharp blades,
where the light of hope always fades.
And when it is the pain I need to feed;
the more I cut, the more it bleeds.
A lonely room and no ears,
where no one ever hears.
And when someone I need by my side;
emptiness seek and everyone hides.
A long way and no right road,
where my heart always explodes.
And when my secrets echo through time;
I remember when you used to be mine.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
A dark room and sharp blades,
where the light of hope always fades.
And when it is the pain I need to feed;
the more I cut, the more it bleeds.
A lonely room and no ears,
where no one ever hears.
And when someone I need by my side;
emptiness seek and everyone hides.
A long way and no right road,
where my heart always explodes.
And when my secrets echo through time;
I remember when you used to be mine.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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