The browns,
The blacks,
The blues,
The greens.
All say,
Just the story within.
Eyes evince the magnificence,
Of the soul inside,
It also mirrors,
The agony in which we confide.
Words turn nothing,
But just an excuse to explain.
That we are just smiling through the pain,
Of denial and cause lost.
Even then the eyes speak,
Of wanting to be relieved
Of the lost love,
Of the insanity freed,
Of the love need.
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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...