Burning.

Blood.

(Thank you so so much for the 1.28K reads. It literally means the world to me.)
(This poem is a story. About me n my brother, cousin. It's the first poem I ever wrote. I originally called the poem 'Swallows' but 'Blood' seems more apt to me now cuz whenever we think bout our relationship, broken(?), the question that comes to my head is- 'Just because we weren't the same blood?')

We were two little swallows
In our grandparents' courtyard;
Always miles apart
But close at our pretty, innocent hearts.
And minds that knew so little
Kept no strifes and words too long
To fiddle.
You were the kind that gave piggybacks,
And could lend a hand
Through those tough tracks.

We grew up, we grew apart
You, in that boyhood of yours
And me in the sisters' art.
Then we lost the big swallow
And as I saw your world collapsing,
I was shocked to see, how it broke me too.
For in that strangled mass of strings,
Our knot was always true;
Oh! I always wondered why they said
We were the closest ones,
Was it a memory too old to remember,
Or something they made up in their heads?

But then I knew the precious art
Seeing,
While we were miles apart,
We still were close at our gloomy hearts.
We shared pains and secrets and stories,
Little did I know those would all
Be the days of glories.
For we weren't those swallows anymore
With hearts pure and untouched,
We had grown up seeing too much.
Though our ears heard a little
But our minds had stories like wounds
That scraped open at just a touch.

I know,
We could see it in out eyes,
Our strings being pulled away
By the others we were joined with
And when the knot was broken by those ties,
I was shocked again,
To see my heart bleeding, mourning our death?
And then I knew the art a little more
Hurt and grief, did it adore.

What was our fault? What did we do?
I still wonder.
Was it because,
On the path of already broken strings,
We decided to go yonder?

On that beautiful, yet dark night,
Cruel memory whispered in my ears:
Your voice.
And my eyes betrayed me
When they drowned me, in my own pool of tears.

I'm sitting at our grave now.
With you next to me, but still, miles apart.
On my knees, I'm begging you how,
Once again we'll be able to start?
Does your memory still that promise retain,
That you promised me when it all began?
Through my eyes, can you see the tears
That my heart bleeds?
In this dark, are they bright enough,
For your feet to lead?
.......

(A/N: it's a mirage, yk- Home.
You think it's supposed to shelter and protect you, but actually, it's a place where you first learn how bad it's gonna be out there.)
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