Sometimes when in avid
Concern of people,
You idiotically raise your stress
Hormones,
Where your heart sheds,
pathetic emotions in a loop,
Where your love is captured,
In a catcher, tiptoed once,
It could grip you and dump
Back in those infinities of pain
Following back and forth,
Which crinkles your forehead,
& Spoils your mood,
Cranks your mini heart,
Allowing those big drops,
Gushing forth through eyes,
Making way through skin,
Tasting the cheeks,
And vanishing in one go,
But the concern is never valued,
As it processes thousand
Phases to undergo,
The immense pain to dwell in.
And a betrayal without any
Promising commitments,
A goodbye without any untold
Reason, gifting you with a
Baggage of hauntings,
In those lanes of sinister,
A L O N E.
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