Sunday Poem By Karishma Soni
3 A.M Thoughts
Wounds trigger me and make the fight
With 3 am thoughts and sleepless nights
Destiny teamed up with all silent tears
And let me sobbed in the excessive plight
The love was actual and absolutely right
But pretending like it was black and white
My heart learned to follow every emotion
But left in trauma which turned me quiet
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