Once again I was lonely, With the divine presence of the fruitless tree;. With the screams of the scratches made by the blackbee;. With the hope of an inseparable wing whose love made even the Penguins flee;. Once again I tried to give love endlessly;. To the heart which can beat on its own ;. To the eyes which sees the probability of maximum pleasure without the respectable tone ;. To the one whose intuition told him that his existence can be strengthen without his bone. Once again I was irreplaceable,. By the action of the shaming thoughts appearing as thunderstorms;. By the reactions of the people supported by the non- spiritual norms By the affirmation of my qualities as disqualities by the personas whose motivation have a judgemental form. But all of a sudden,................ Once again I lose my self -- esteem , To you,To your real side ,To your wants ,and to that irrelevant Harley ride;. With self - respect, With my nurturing bites, With self- consciousness, and With a bunch of harpering nights By the traumatic vines, By a set of non -diggable mines, By constantly crossing those fine lines ,and finally losing the One who was never mine.
©Anshika Ya
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