So I told you I was upto no good.
I couldn't bake you muffins,
nor could I paint you pictures,
but I surely could write you a broken poetry with incomplete phases and meaningless words,
which I usually pen down by picking at the ancient wounds embedded on my skin from centuries.
Just like this one, which I have written by the help of that tiny, little scar marked at the very side of my knee that I got while running away from the chaotic world.
So here I would end up with my ink,
because,
my friend,
that tiny, little scar of my knee is too fresh to tell anymore stories.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Cerita Pendek// 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 ...
