I’ll wear my scars like jewels of a king;
I’m not afraid of the cold’s deadly sting.
My lips may be blue; my eyes may be glazed,
Bu this is the price to escape through the maze.
Heavy heart held at the dusk of a day,
Foggy skies cover the ground in the same way.
Gravity pulls me down to the position of prayer,
Colors collide and all I can do is stare.
For once I wish I could feel your touch again,
Even to relive those torturing words from your lips,
And use them to strangle my bleeding heart as it skips.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
And now for a moment of wisdom
कविताTis Poetry. The love of my life, the only life I've ever had. <3 Love. Hate. Life.
