On the stairs of my heart I sit,
They're gloomy, scantly lit.
The room is blank,
There is no colour- everything black.
I look around to get aid,
My beats whisper, "His love was a raid"
I look around, terrified,
I am afraid of my own darkness, I want to hide.
But then I realise,
That the past never lies.
That it is my darkness which makes me strong,
It is in heartbreak that I belong.
And this pain within,
Is a result of my sacrilegious sin,
Of loving you, of falling in a love so deep,
That your memories won't leave me even in my sleep.
~*~
{ My past and my insides are so dark that not even your light can defeat them in this war}
22nd April, 2017
7:02 pm
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Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
