I'm the friend who will cry with you
Amidst all your misery
without even hinting
that the only thing I feel right now is-
Loneliness and blue.
Aren't you supposed to do that?
To read my mind, my words and all my chats
They lack life,
Lack colours of my personality
They lack me.
Why would you see the bland palette?
You're blinded by your brutality
Brutality of new friendship
Slowly sinking your old ones to rock bottom of seas.
I'm the ottter who is still coughing water
From the last time
Our friendship drowned me.
So tell me
Is this burning rope of friendship, really not a noose around my neck?
Should I hold on to it? To let my palm, burn.
Should I hold on to it? To let the noose, tighten and suffocate me?
I should say thank you and that I can live like this
Say anything but the truth.
~F
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The Fabled Flamingo
Short Story"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless." ― Nikki Rowe _________________ Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth...
