Sleepless Nights
The silly sleepless nights
With his words, taunting as close my eyes
Those nights and the ecstasy heights ,
Every Breath, haunting me the fresh wounds
as the unsettling fire fights
From soul; taking away the inner peace
Turning each moment to black and whites
Close to heart, far from his words
Spoiling me with the inner lights,
then fading away taking all my sight.
Trembling lips and the watery eyes
Can't even mourn still the heart hurts
Thinking of him in the gloomy sad state
In the sleepless nights till the conscious pass outs.
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