The streets light up and the birds swing by,
disregarding an awaiting smile.
Scattered thoughts, woven together;
a voice that was lost for a while.
Jigsaw pieces glued together,
salvage emotions that refuse to linger.
Extinct dreams haunt, a sleepless night
Visions of the future, depend on replies.
The moody ocean, now a hostile friend.
Her muted complaints, backdrop the sky.
Retracing emotions; now unknown,
Mocking silhouettes of that wasted night.
Pulling possessions, a little closer
the blinking light, brings melancholy by.
This petrified soul of mine,
for a song,
all this while.
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