Things I never said

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Your Trigger, My Sting.

Sitting still at my office desk,
I start a fiddling with my thoughts
As I gulp down a cup of brewing chaos,

My mind slits a patch
And it’s all oozing out today… 

The noisy chronicles of my mind

Your Trigger, My Sting. 


Posted by Wandering Sonata at 2:47 AM
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