[neighbourhood]
The cold bench we met at
In those velvet nights.
Loitering, gazing at the stars,
Light discussions disrupted by cars.
Your wan, bony hands intertwound mines.
Cold, and bloodless hands.
That I, oh, so happened to adore.
The street lights casting their soft colour on your shivering being...
Thing that made you, oh, even more enchanting.
Their words enshrouded your mind
And they destroyed you, bit by bit
Until your crumbling bones and threadbare tendons made them silent.
Silent and afraid, afraid of what they've done.
But, as broken as you were
I still adulate you as you are
Beautiful, broken but beautiful.
You don't deserve to see daisies wither and die.
~20.03.2015
