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A girl whose emotions stay silent as mere words on blank pages
The 12:00 am Talks...
With the clock hands meeting at twelve o’ clock each night, There are some musings which grow tight They accentuate being melted away from being frozen, And whispers on the blank sheets with musings a dozen The more does the night gets darker, The 12 am talks get rarer These aren’t just things I often speak about, They are frozen feelings which no one ever knows about With each new chapter being left open, These thoughts gets deepened With mugs of coffee placed side by side to each other, I am being haunted with thoughts that doesn’t fit together The clock and the hands ticking by, Makes me question my reasons with why’s I wonder, if they never existed at the first place How right would have been my life with such happy spaces? But then again, I drift off from the path smiling, Because they are something which makes these midnights amazing Their presence makes this time worth feeling, Each night I share a new page with my musings... © Shina Kashyap
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