Unspoken words are lying in my old diary,
Feelings that had hidden emotions remained silent,
Stain of aloofness is still crimson,
Memories of past being too noisy to hear the sound of present
Love doesn’t hurt, though rejection does.
Life doesn’t stop, breath does,
Emotion doesn’t die; time passes away & fades the memories of past,
Memories die when the conscience remains unheard & silent in the noisy crowd.
Some unspoken conversation dies naturally but leaves their footprints in old diaries.
Feelings that had hidden emotions remained silent,
Stain of aloofness is still crimson,
Memories of past being too noisy to hear the sound of present
Love doesn’t hurt, though rejection does.
Life doesn’t stop, breath does,
Emotion doesn’t die; time passes away & fades the memories of past,
Memories die when the conscience remains unheard & silent in the noisy crowd.
Some unspoken conversation dies naturally but leaves their footprints in old diaries.
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