Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2019
I, of course, was done with you
My poetry, on the other hand
She had, some of her own plans
Her own things to say, her own hurt to bleed
I said okay, I’ll hold you, until we breathe
Anshita Mehrotra
Written by
Anshita Mehrotra  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems