The letters of love,
I write and then tear.
The colours of you,
I hate but I wear.
I bask myself in you,
Then I try forgetting you.
I hate you from the bottom,
Not because you hurt me or something,
Just because so deeply,
You made me fall for you.
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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...