No matter how hard I tried
to save them from drowning
on their ocean of thoughts,
by bringing them the enough
rays of sunlight in their closed
window, I still handed them my
plain white pocket handkerchief
to wipe the non-stop pouring
of tears and despair on their
face, replacing a priceless
smile on it.
๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต.
But still, it was pretty lonely
that I can't even save myself
from drowning on my own raging
and crashing waves of unsaid
words that can even killed myself.
So, how does it taste? What does
it taste like? It tasted like a bitter
cup of pure brewed black coffee
without a granules of sugarโmy
life taste like.
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