I think, I forget a lot that I am
black and white but I I hadn't
realised about the red in my closet.
Whenever you touched me,
it slipped out like ribbons falling of
coffins, bidding the dead a bye.
I wasn't made to break, you say.
But baby, I have heard my heart break
everytime I sucked on nectar from
decaying flowers.
They are just phases; they said.
I'm there, everytime a phase
breaks out; you said.
Everytime I walked that lane of scars,
you've made me realise that the
battle starts every time when it hurts.
But even ends, with my own smile.
And I guess, my smile was the
consequence of your love.
I have been cut by a blade called loss.
A boy with a mouth full of blood and
bandages crushed beneath his converses
sold it to me; I got me some.
But then, I went to another shop.
Yours; someone who pages of
impulsive kisses
and
a fucking metal chain.
~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...
