After you,
My red left me,
My passions from the colour died.
The intense became numb,
The dangerous became dried.
The sultry heat killed my randomness,
No more,
Was I a prisoner to my own device.
I wanted to be free,
Free off you,
But all I got as an answer,
Was more of blue.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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