In the twisted greys of my mind,
I see things only black and white.
I believe in things I have not seen,
And I don't believe in love in fair sight.
In the twisted realms of my heart beating,
I feel the pulse of life repeating.
Even then I believe in sudden death,
And don't in the miracle of life.
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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...