#17. Left for good, left by you.

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When dried out eyes
Call out for a reason
My eyelids shout you
When my broken heart
Cries against treason
My band aids say you
When chapped lips and swollen cheeks
Looks for someone to blame
My immature life shouts out you
When my bleeding wrists go numb
My death said , only you.

(c) Ishita Singh 2016







(c) Ishita Singh 2016

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