Tacit talks

You drink through the glasses

Filled with regrets and sorrows;

Laugh it off, raise a toast,

Shamelessly believing your smile hides it all;

But my eyes know no bounds,

They drown in your soul.

Call it an unhealthy peculiarity,

Your eyes can never decieve me;

We may be strangers in words,

But in silence,our conversations wander aimlessly.

When tired of wearing masks,

We befriend in misery;

Our angels might not be aquaintances,

But your demons find a home in me.


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