Instability
Emptiness
Dark shadows
Written, unwritten verses
Spoken, unspoken words
Spam,
It feels like mental spam,
These obsessive destructive thoughts.
Dark shadows of the past
Loom in the present
You're gone.
But when I wake up every morning,
Why does this room still smell of you?
5 comments:
I like the trail of thought.
And what cooks inside your head.
cool lines.... nice one... and why do you always keep changing your blog name haan ;) :)
take care and keep writing....................
Loved it! So true! :) :)
liked the term - "mental spam" !!
nice blog btw.
liked the term "mental spam"
nice blog btw.
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