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End of the world behind a window ...

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By waqar jameelPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

The stain of your teardrops were all over the curtains ,for you waiting behind this windows never ended .

And when everything felt apart , I could see it in your eyes ; indeffrence .

They told you ,your life could drown under this flood,but have they seen the ongoing river on your eyes ?

But I knew myself I could never be you.

I would wipe my tears so no one could see them , i would close the door ,i was too afraid of the flood coming in .

And when you can be the free raindrop in the thunderstorm, I'll be that dried raindrop behind the window ,a stain that no one can clean .

I'll be sitting here in this corner ,

You can fly

But in another life

Take my hand with you darlin'...

sad poetry

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