It's pretty funny, actually,
How i was made worthless,
By just a pair of eyes,
And their invitation to forever
But you're not laughing,
Not even smiling
Doesn't it seem funny to you?
Maybe your mirrors aren't clear.
Whatever the reason, I was wasted,
Acceptance was inevitable, in those eyes
They knew exactly, what it was,
That I tasted
Was it love? or just a dream?
I'll tell you when it's over,
I'll tell you when to scream
Before it ends
I have but one more thing to say,
To whom those eyes belong,
I know why I'm so worthless,
And you are so strong.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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