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Quiet

Him, my utmost void place,

Him, my unseen muttering face.

Him, my fear of losing mates.

Him, my forever go-to place.

Him, my peaceful ocean view,

Him, my uncertainty and suspicion.

Him, my trust and envy,

Him, the emphases, on which I rely.

When I talk about him, I feel powerless,

A girl who’s have been all devoted to a mess.

Don’t owe him, nor his existence in the world,

wannabe lover who wanna excel in her words.

Revealing the world it’s all about flaws,

While having all the awes.

When I talk about him, it an enormous matter,

Unfortunately, will break if I assert,

So keeping hush seems to be better.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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