I tried following,
But I lost you to that unworthy crowd,
I just could not,
Let you go,
I had to see you, What you looked like.
I had to talk to you, Listen to your voice.
I had to make you my muse,
Immortalise you in my words and conscience,
For ever.
Till ever exists.
Like a wretched writer, I ran trying to discover you.
My expressions for you, Both my imagination and my creation.
After I had perambulated all the floor of this school, I savoured the warmth of that wall,
My palms trying to feel you a while ago.
After all, I had let you go, my perfect stranger.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...