I knitted my words,
each day,
so that they could turn into poems,
in hopes of reciting them to you,
with a cup filled with caffeine and my lipstick stains,
when you would find your way back home after having a long day.
A long, long day.
But, you never returned, darling.
You never returned home.
Maybe that's why my words always remained incomplete.
Incomple . .
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The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
