Your words,
The piercing arrow,
Which stabbed through,
The pulp of my red.
Your cold eyes,
The cutting sword,
Which halved me through,
The love bore in my fragile bones.
Your moving on,
The final axe,
Ripping my existence inside out,
Releasing my soul,
Making me just a rock.
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Hey all! I would like to thank you all for all the love you are continuously showering on me. I love the way you people have kept motivating me through and through! :)
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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...