#brushed
liquid love poured from
seeping fissures.
And she tasted his every moment.
He gave his essence so she could
linger within a lifetime of memoires.
And she saw every pain of his existence.
Within her tears were reflections of his
momentary happiness with her.
Knowing she would drain his pain away.
"*To collect the pain of another
is to know the true emotions
of what its like to live within there anguish*"
We only know those we love truly by tasting
the dirt left behind in there footsteps.
Everyone has prints in the past wished brushed away.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked
Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?
The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch
Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands
Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.
Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of her silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.
Saurabh.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC