Punctuated noise
fills my day...
You had the silence I needed
But where can I find you?
You live in a place
filled with
a zillion fullstops
I can't come by
to see you giftwrap
all those for me
I can't go ahead
without any either
Too sad you wouldn't know
I am stuck at a comma...
Moments with wings
refusing to fly ahead
Cold feet
Cold shoulders
Hot heads
all around
I never find your face
bare of those fullstops
I wait at my comma,
watching it turn into a question mark!
I will soon be the one
with a zillion question marks.
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Inspired by Gattu & his zillion fullstops!
Dedicated to those silent relationships beyond comprehension!
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