Savouring the taste of the grape fermented,
Burning my essence
Of struggling life inside my soul.
I look at all my sorrows flashing through,
And you just never cross.
You stand there vividly,
In your handsome skin,
Smiling foul,
Standing proud,
As if hurting me was a happy cause.
I wish all I had was a technological memory,
Where I could just swipe you off the screen when
You deserted my thoughts.
I wish all I had was a recycle bin to,
Dump you in it and empty it all.
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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...