Now, full of wist,
from all those wordless emotions.
Then, to what you called a ‘risk’,
With missing promises.
To you, who trailed off
And if only I didn’t stretch so long
What’s left is a barren story of hopeless silence
a hopeless silence
Aug 12, 2025
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2 min read
Now, full of wist,
from all those wordless emotions.
Then, to what you called a ‘risk’,
With missing promises.
To you, who trailed off
And if only I didn’t stretch so long
What’s left is a barren story of hopeless silence