PSR DIARIES And he left for ever. Her cheeks were still wet of tears , eyes still stuck at the half opened door. Her clavicles went up and down as she sobbed. A part of her wanted to scream, cry, curse him loud, but her brain had planned the catharsis in a different way. She went out in the porch and danced .she danced for her lonesomeness,she danced for his infidelity and buried that dead love. All beneath the silver moon.
PSR DIARIES The Education system he went through was not all bad, it had infused compassion in him ,and it made him get out of the malevolent plan. His subconscious was not fully tamed, fragments of humanity sprouted within his heart. He wanted to time travel back and undo all that was said and done to her. He ignored the voices that were calling for his masculineness,he pulled her tighter to his body and hugged her like never before for now he knew love is incomplete without commitment.
I still miss the tinkle of your earrings . There is no sound sweeter than it. You may have left but I still miss the tinkle of your earrings. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the dark nights and desire badly to see the shine of those two metal pieces again. There is nothing shinier than them. You may have left but I still miss the tinkle of your earrings. My eyes keep searching for the colours that remind me of those two precious things for now golden has become my new favourite. You may have blocked your heart for me but I am still in love with that tinkle, that Shine, that colour and YOU And I still miss the tinkle of your earrings.
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