there's some music residing in my scarred parts an |

there's some music residing in my scarred parts and my lyrics reflect all those broken mirrors I choose as only solace. Those melancholic strings of guitar lying in one corner screams desperation and oozes blood from my voids. I change the beats and tunes but stories die and leave me abandoned like always. But I weave braids with pain and create colours with poetry. Here's your second prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 5. Talk about the weather outside and inside your heart with this prompt. #theairiswarmer #poemtime #YourQuoteAndMine #napowrimo_sha #painandpen Collaborating with YourQuote Baba

there's some music residing in my scarred parts an

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