Lamenting in your songs,
I look at myself.
Dressing like you would like,
Smiling like you would want.
Lachrymal and smiles,
Merged into existence.
No!
Not 'cause of happiness,
But,
Of the insufferable love.
The kind which plunges into your heart,
Holds the very essence of your being,
And rips off the very soul,
Rips off the side,
Which is me.
Then, I become you,
And my sadness
Induces smiles
Just 'cause you want me to.
I wear my best smile,
I play into my best attire,
And just hope in my mind,
That you are happy,
Seeing me happy.
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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...