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Chaotic Night

Sliding up the blinds light fills in
Yet a bit dull let the sunshine decide
The storm has passed silence laughs
Yeah a bit anxious as broken hearts collide
No matter what thoughts never lie
The world much darker than I thought it would be
Raindrops streaming tears run dry
The walls much harder than I expected them to be!

chaotic night,night life poetry,poem on chaos in life,chaotic life,night life,life beneath the starsLightening screams a distant affair
Yeah a bit too loud let thunder decide
The night is over or as they say
Yeah a little too bright as the shades reside
Come on not another guilty survivor's guide
No not again I can relate too much
Shattered words plastered back
Words to communicate but don't they touch?



Gale howls brushing past the panes
Yeah looks deadly let the waves decide
Might even walk through hell
With a glistening smile nowhere to hide
Hold on wait ,wait a little longer
All along all I hear are endless sighs
Wait till I'm washed away by the river of desires
All through midnight I stare at the smiling lies.

Snow whitens back those colourful flags
A bit less white let the flakes decide
Learnt to live life away from cries
A pro at traces of sadness to hide
Fighting against the charming thorns
In the world of gloomy roses
It's all fun and games or maybe not
Pains and gains just like mere tosses.
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