You feel the blood down your hand
The chill down your spine
You know there is a wound
How do you still so numb-ly smile?
The wound, it does hurt
But you feed off the pain
Making your heart forget
What actually troubles the brain
But do you actually have the energy
To lose more blood
When you already have a war
A war you never really won
The war shall never stop
It's a rose with only thorns
But pin it close to your heart
And give in to the big storm.
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My Escapade..
PoesíaJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.
