The pensive sadness within these veins,
The soft moan upon the gentle zephyr.
The bright daffodils drooping in the rain,
The tear drops bound for melancholy's slave.
Stepping slowly, cautiously amongst the graves
Of all the wonderful longings we vacated behind,
Upon the farewell of the ways.
As you chucked me for the light,
And shed me away into the murk
To bleed,
And cough up the serrated fragments
Of an ever bleeding shattering ticker,
That I shall accrue em'
In a jar, just to keep
And consign to you
Bit by bit.
©Simran Jolly
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The Bleeding Rose
PoetryThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
