For the stars
You had promised,
I've still preserved some
Darkness in me.
For the rains
You had assured,
I've still kept some
Thirst unquenched.
And for the rainbows,
My bleached heart,
Still waits like a canvas,
In its whitish glory.
Paint me or taint me.
Bruises or some blemishes.
Just don't leave me
Stabbed with apathy.
Not the violence of silence,
Don't want this emptiness again.
Pain or some peace,
I just want to feel . Again.
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