Gray Times
- SAI HARIKA SUDULA
- Apr 21, 2020
- 1 min read
The shut doors and the broken window
The unmade bed and the unpaid leaves
Lying in reticence with leftovers on the floor
And not wanting anything anymore
Moments of dancing to pop, then
Burying my face in pillow of sob
Sing a poem about my veiled tears
And the chaos I embrace in between
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