‘’ I ’’

Felt your lips moving, silently;

a change of feel, rapidly.

Murdering the frozen silence between us,

while, we are

forsaking ourselves to the oblivion.

Is it me?

Or, myself?

The one who’s gonna hover first,

up to the forgotten state.

Leaving me, lonely.

Feeling me, lonely.

Killing me, lonely.

~by, theresnoend (a friend of our blog)