Seated in the party filled with deafening music,
Yet their ears could only pick each other's trembling heart beats, which was far from therapeutic.
Their smiles were fake, their laughs were hollow,
If asked what's wrong, without a doubt a silent torrent of tears would follow.
As they rested their tired heads against the walls,
The once inseparable sweethearts now refused to even pick up each other's calls.
From being named as the oh-so-famous twin flames,
Now their brains wanted to even forget each other's names.
Riding back next to each other in their car,
Never in their entire lives had they imagined that they would feel this far.
The road was completely empty, with no possibilities of impending dangers,
Yet their faces were pale with fear, because what could be worse than becoming complete strangers.
Oh what has happened to them, the entire audience wants to know
But please be patient while being observant, as this is just the beginning of the show.
hello fellow poetry paglu! You are in for a treat as we drop the onset of an upcoming series of poems about our love birds. Want to know their whole backstory ? Got ya!
Buckle your seat belts for a long exhilarating journey!
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About the Creator
Varnika Agarwal
The writer is a theoretical physics geek with thousands of hobbies, writing being one of them. She has been writing self-help non-fiction content on Substack. She wants to fill the reader's life with positivity, productivity and calmness.
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Your writing always feels effortless but meaningful.