In between surviving the apocalypse.
Breathing and being unable to breathe,
Living yet not being alive,
Loneliness, depression, anxiety.
Sleepless nights and unsaid words,
Happiness momentarily stops by
As I find bliss in You.
You soothe the broken heart with hope,
Mend the scattered dreams to cope
Let's not fool the world, shall we?
Let's not tell them we are alone in bliss.
We crave someone to stay and keep.
A hand to hold, a voice to reassure.
A hug so warm that worries melt.
Attention, validation, momentary crushes,
Temporary things can make you happiest.
Yet you crave the fights and hurt,
Permanent tattoos in your heart.
In a world where options are plentiful
Yet distances as a compulsion,
Never could be easy!
Has the heart stopped looking?
Has the soul stopped calling?
Pray not, it keeps the kindled spirit burning.
~ Suranya
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