Disappearing tendencies of the sounds,
Fazing out into your voice.
Whispering my name slow,
Even when I am under heavy bass.
I can hear you clear,
I can only listen to you.
Your lips saying my name,
Your voice sounding the same,
As it would,
When you had loved me.
The intoxication makes us imagine things,
We want the most.
So, I imagine you,
And to have you forever,
I remain high!
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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...