The mere memory of you in me
Once had words flowing in a fervent breeze
You remain etched within my soul
Irreplaceably firm from the roots.
I often wondered what had I lost
That words failed me when I needed them most.
Empty and hollow were the echoes of my musings,
Quietly I sheltered myself from my own bruises.
Like the sea that goes back to the sands in vain,
I burn bright in this self inflicted pain,
I smile at the cost of my sanity
And for the fleeting moments of unreality.
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