The mixture of alcohol and blood
or is it the cocktail,
of ashes of memories and tears that spill.
Swaying and quivering fingers
that type out texts
snapping and sobering
write a prose,
never hit the send.
One glass to down the pride,
another face to take home tonight.
Slurry words, dimming lights,
same old face to haunt the mind.
One more unsent text in the tab tonight.
Well rhythm ankita.
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Thank you!
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You have pretty eyes 🙂
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Beautiful words… loved the unsent text part 😎
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Deep meaning I know…texts remain unsent!
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So many of them now you know… so many 🙄
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So many of them now you know… so many 🙄
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Are you sure you get drunk and then send the texts?
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Hii dear,
I have nominated you for a Get to know me tag..
Congrats. I wish we will have nice friendship ahead.
You can check the post here – https://shubhamd96.wordpress.com/2017/08/10/award-get-to-know-me-tag/
Hope to have a nnice bond with you….
– shubham ❤
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My God this is beautiful. :’-)
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Thank you so much!
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