A voice stirred behind me, listlessly, and filled with languid air I turned to see A face so wan, crafted of such emotion particularly that of pathos, A heart that has been scarred, bent and broken, both— Grave eyes, that dug in so deep into…
You left me in a thousand broken pieces, that are nowhere to be found I wailed searching for those eyes that once met mine, I waited for you to knock at my door and soothe away this pain Agony held me into its arms, the…
Among the many faces, Among the many pieces, Only, ‘she’ was adored by many Flawless skinned, Impeccable made, She was carved out of hunger Her hands were devoid by the need of touch again, She stood stark and white She felt emotions rage, As her…
IT'S POETRY. IT'S HISTORY. 