Acting cold to the world,
Arrogance pouting through my stance,
I don't want to let them come in,
I don't want to open the door.
Because,
They will see me,
And show me,
What they saw.
Because,
They will know,
I am broken,
And then tell me that.
Just 'Cause I have
Fooled myself for long,
By acting strong,
And closing my door.
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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...