Empty handsA Poem by Yumna
Its midnight and she's still engrossed in her thoughts which stole her sleep....blaming and cursing herself for the mess her life is...trying to close her eyes but all she sees is his face when she first saw him .It seemed so pretty to look at that time and now is a nightmare she never wants to face again ! All she did was to love selflessly but now crying to sleep looking at her empty hands which once held his....
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