Incomplete poems: Often 


​I think of you often when the lights go out 

When there’s nothing left to think about 

When the music ends it’s play

And all those little worries fade away
Note:

Many poems end up in the dark corner of my collections because I am not able to land the set of emotions I set out to express, I’ve decided to give a few life as their imperfect selves

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