I had waited for love to turn
into hate and even,
stop reminiscing.
But I realised, maybe it
was never really love.
I was just in pain and was
desperate enough to heal.
And so I hid my pain,
with a warm blanket love.
But in the end,
I ruptured the flowers
in my lungs because I was busy
watering someone else's flowers.
~Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
