Ishika

Dark Prison

In this dark prison,
Under my own gloomy roof,
My eyes were wide opened,
But my heart needed a proof,
With the gossips of walls,
And the ceiling staring at me,
Your face flashed on my eyes,
And my lashes felt warm and glee,
That innocence in your eyes,
With pain in them squeezed,
I realized what they hide,
And my heartbeats increased,
The windows who accompanied,
My opened eyes in this dark,
It forced me to smile,
When it got chilly with a spark,
Your lips with crushed berries,
And that smile felt disturbed,
In this night you were my moon,
With the stars as memories stuffed.



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