Jun 21
there is shelter
in her whisper
in quiet spaces
when it rains
for how long
i've loved her
there aren't
enough days
for how much
i've missed her
there is not
enough pain
and i want to
taste every tear
every scar deep
and simple
i want to feel
every bite of the
raging winter
i want all of me
to ache, suffer
and linger
to be buried in
flames
until we meet
again
(28/M/india)
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