Pity me as the silence cries
It's the unfortunate of glory
To have an unconditional love story
End in pain and tragedy.
That's when salesmen become sadist
And authors become killers
Voices echo amidst silence
Wise words better be told
Beauty swallowed by subtle sorrow
That's when smug faces offer advice
They quote stories never written
And in your mind, they plant the eyes shut kitten
The prodigy is all tragedy written
Whoever survived shall still die finally
In the real life fairytale
They possibly live fuckedup forever.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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