The depth of the ocean beneath,
Calling me for surrender.
The curtailing tears behind the lashes
Hid in the existence of the night living.
The defining ache of irrelevance,
Chaffed the smiling face, I masked over.
I was all alone.
I was all by myself.
I was the queen of tragedy,
Living with the king of lost souls inside.
Then I met you,
I lost my beast,
I lost the melancholy driven heart,
To your sweet ways.
You made me feel,
The living and life.
Not just happy but love and being loved.
Again, When I looked into eyes of the ocean,
It didn't call me.
It smiled over,
And said,
"You have a reason to live now."
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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...