A ceaseless ringing,
Fades away,
When the author picks up his pen –
Short-lived, his solace.
A ceaseless ringing,
Fades away,
When the author picks up his pen –
Short-lived, his solace.
He asked—she was waiting,
The comfort extended beyond the texts
Living for the moment,
That’s all they hoped for.
Dreams, sanity in question,
Many a miles travelled,
Only to meet their destiny –
Silenced,
For what seems like forever.