A house of storm
and a light switch.
Standing still in fragments,
feeling the doormat engulf her.
Strike the bell.
She wanted to but
the echoes of her despair,
dragged her away.
Day after day,
her shadow and she,
waiting to spill ink.
A loud and devasting,
and decaying,
splinter.
Of all hearts she had broken,
her's was beyond fixing.
A rainy pair of eyes and
fingers of thunder,
waiting to hunt,
the strings of happiness,
alone in the dark.
She spelt out
very sentence.
But,
Once upon a time
there was a girl.
Before she reached the end,
her pages were torn.
~Sampurna
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Ink And Echoes
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...
