I bleed of the color pink,
The rose withered and mixed with dirt,
Of sometimes that brew a sharp cacophony,
That meddles with my mind,
My body already numb,
My eyes often plays games,
My fingertips as they lose their prints,
Sensations of crisp mahogany,
The freshly cut lavender,
That blooms over the crescent of the moon,
I sometimes hear your name,
And see a mirage over the oasis you left for me,
Water made of gold,
I am always thirsty,
As I bleed of the color pink,
My clothes drenched with my nerves,
I slowly bury myself,
With sand over my nostrils,
And ask my eyes to take some rest,
I dream of you,
And your dancing ballad……

This is sooooooo beautiful. Would love to meet your dream girl!
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Thank you Nawaz. Me too 😝😅😝
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Woh din kab aayega?😚
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Hahaha pta nhi. 😅
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Beautiful💫😇
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Keep dreaming of your love in reality and it will come Harsh. Beautiful words. 💖
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