She stands behind the curtain, always concealed; It takes her shape where she stands, only revealing her feet. I ask her questions, she answers me; the other times, she barely speaks. Is she naked? Is she scarred? The secrets are openly buried. Not one step forward, not one behind, she’s in the shadows, scarily quiet. … Continue reading Secrets.
Somewhere between hickeys and scars, You wandered off And I let you go.
If I can't get your scars I'd rather not have you at all; 'cuz there ain't no sunshine Without the moon and stars.
A light leaks Through the cracks Of my broken heart There's blood spilled On the ground I got no scars I see a trail left behind Haven't come far
There's a knife through my back Reaching my bleeding heart Leaving behind a crimson trail There's a sword through my mind Creeping up on my weeping soul Where your sweet laughter hails The scar on my arm Singing our story To the vagabond, numb and frail There's a tear on your cheek Watching the world … Continue reading The cold closure.
Without you My love, words Are mere scars on paper
When the waves flow Into the dark And the night hides Behind the stars I set sail Towards horizon Following the map With location marked Along came a cyclone Ripping off the mast I hear the skies roar Like it's the God's wrath "It's not easy, son To find your destiny Neither is it far … Continue reading Sailing
Long were the vines that wrapped her Invisible to naked eye Thorns pierced through her skin She bled, she didn't care For, the blood hid her scars Ah! That flamboyant stare! The crimson stain is what she wore Her love, adorned with gore There goes the red lady, Heart and soul impure, Swift as the … Continue reading Red were the feelings