The leftover

By: anNa (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2014
Votes (18) | Comments (1)
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Of what is left with the time still rolling
I tried covering my feelings for you with my bare hands
The days we had were gone
Passing like electricity without proper insulation
It goes on and on

Thus I swam deep

Deep enough to not be seen
Deep enough to not be hurt

The cold nights
The occupied mind
Hard enough to fall asleep
And am bothered much to be awake
To continue the morning rituals

Looking into my own heart
I look for traces of happiness

This ain't an easy struggle
So hold me God
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