The day you regretted me is the day I died,
Or more conveniently my soul shriveled.
'Your mistake' as you dexterously pinned me,
Got even my body on a monstrous scavenge to death,
But that day my body survived to live another insult,
To actually be in the mistakes you would do,
And never live out of that grotesque glue in you,
Somber I got as my days sombred and I slumbered.
Some words and people have super powers, when the right person tells you the wrong word or the wrong person tells you the right word, it breaks you.
On the positive side right words from the right person can make you.
~Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
