I would never forget the words,
She's left us to be at a better place,
I would never forget the pain,
Like a tonne of bricks on my chest.
Tears would never wash away the pain,
Hugs would never ease the ache,
It sounded exaggerated but it was reality,
It was a loss that had dismantled me from the inside.
Regret would forever be my state,
What ifs would be my chorus,
And self loathing would be my fragrance,
Cause with her death came mine too.
-Tatia
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Bed of Roses
PoetryI've learnt that this world is far from a bed of roses. Heartbreaks,losses,disappointments, they're too many to state. This is a poetry book that will most likely showcase the ups and downs of this life and will be an open space for anyone willing t...
