[the purest feeling]
the soul breaks as it inserts the key through every glass door
with every lock, the thin flap of glass shatters to pieces.
your careless whispers caresses the illusion of hope -
unheard by the beautiful sounds of the purest feeling.
thy heart dilapidates as the petals on each rose withers.
crushed, broken and torn - the unmagnified oblivious sewn heart.
you are the traveler that loses no forms of direction...
yet, swindled into the burning essence of the purest feeling.
the clock that hungs between the embodied soul -
perishes into a single speck of dust.
that single speck of dust that you left in my room,
was the only matter left of my purest feeling.
And now, I am left to pass between the charities of time.
A time full of despair, guilt and my mind, unconscious.
A time you knew never to dwell upon but yet you did.
A time where I lost all sense of the purest feeling.
Love, Wardah
And for your information, you are just another bump ( :
And thank you so much for the inspiration.
Goodbye.
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Submission Name: the purest feeling (when he says he likes you)
