Muhammad iqbal
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Faded
Faded I'm running out of time, it's over three years now. Your ghost keeps haunting me every time we collide. The wound turn fresh all over again. I regret carrying this burden all alone. You deserved to know what I felt about you from the first time we met. Now I have to bear seeing you in another man's arms. Those brown eyes, pretty face red hair, your lovely voice melted my heart.
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Poets
I'm home
I'm Home Orange light of afternoon soon dimmed into the cool evening. The brunet lifted up a sight, seeing a moon arisen in the night sky. It was red. As if that sphere on the sky had just absorbed the light from the autumn leaves surrounding him. He walked on, hands hidden in his coat pocket. Once, he had to let his hand out to the chilly air to prevent wind from blowing away his newspaper-boy cap.
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Poets
