Biting my nails

Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking in the depth of songs like I don’t have any work

My faith and hope have turned into dust, it’s around me but I can’t catch it.

Some people come into your life change it and vanish

Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking into feeling like I don’t have metaphors

I am angry with a poet, who wrote about their loved ones but one day he vanishes. I wonder what I am left with except a few words. Metaphors.

Words which I dwindle upon, I am choking on words like they are stuck down my throat.

I tried, i tried to puke but didn’t work

Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking into a pit of pain where there is no escape, restlessness is stuck to me, at least it’s adhered with me like my bestie. didn’t leave me

I have a complaint from a poet, who didn’t write his last words, left unfinished sentences with me with a smiling stamp. I can’t I can’t complete your holy words.

Didn’t I confess yes I fell in love with a poet

So can this poet stop playing games with me?

Please don’t become another star in the sky,

The sky is already lightened I need you I need you here with me on earth

Biting my nails, i still wonder