|| Noun ||

In knots we tie our strings in vain

Loop after loop, circles after circles

To whom we present our gifts that decay 

Smiles after smiles, tears after tears

Shall we love to see another day 

For a beloved whose head has never turned this way 

Or shrug our shoulders and put a face

Alone in a haze with a warm embrace

From countless miscellaneous played on replay

It aches and aches but never fades 

Perhaps Love was always felt this way

– a.h.


We learn to avoid things that scar us the most, but why do we always fall into the same trap all the time? 

” There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone. ” – King of Thorns, Mark Lawrence


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