《Radha's Krishna》20. ||RESTLESS||

Advertisement

Sometimes

The very sound of breathing to me

Is cacophony.

My heart races

My blood becomes cold

And I start to crumble

Crumble like a biscuit.

Fat tears roll down

My cheeks

I shut myself

From the world.

This missing you

This craving you

It is not a good feeling,

Krishna.

In fact

It is the worst

This feeling of dying

This feeling of losing myself.

But I've not spent these eternities

Without learning a few tricks

Of my own.

I lose myself completely

In you, Krishna.

And unlike before,

I could do this

Forever.

    people are reading<Radha's Krishna>
      Close message
      Advertisement
      You may like
      You can access <East Tale> through any of the following apps you have installed
      5800Coins for Signup,580 Coins daily.
      Update the hottest novels in time! Subscribe to push to read! Accurate recommendation from massive library!
      2 Then Click【Add To Home Screen】
      1Click