Won’t you write me out?
I want myself adorned with
the oceans that flow from the nib of your pen.
Won’t you sing me out?
I’ve always longed to be the cadence
Of the music that you compose of our love.
Why didn’t you?
We would have survived atleast in the hearts of perceivers of art.
-Nupur Dua
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Devoted to the demons inside
PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
