Turning the peg to lower the tension,
So the wave propagated may be of utter melancholy,
To vibrate the air with an intention,
That the sound is meant to be heard by only me.
I feel perturbed by playing these games,
Not because of lost or have I ended a draw,
But when I drew the outlines of my blames,
Those around would flee in distinguished awe.
I expected something of no possibilities,
It's funny I succumb to this asinine certitude,
Why did I choose her to accept my pities?
Maybe the world has crushed my fortitude.
Shower me with your majestic brilliance.. Only then will I turn back..
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