2am in my room,
I feel an ache inside my chest
Maybe it’s the call of my heart that I’ve been ignoring since a long time…
Maybe it’s the ache which the world gave me,
Every night I cry in pain
But crying never helped in healing.
Then what’s the remedy?
They say the moment you distance yourself from the source of pain, the wound starts to heal.
But what if you are in love with the source and instead see every scar as a mark of affection?
Perspective matters right?
This is what they said.
And what they said was never right..
YOU ARE READING
My book of poems..
PoetrySo its no special book.. its just a book where I write my self out... My love for stars. My hatred of changes. My fears. My insecurities. Myself.. It is what I am...
