Friends on Facebook I remember the time when I was a kid Playing around until the sun had hid, A bunch of buddies whom I’d call friends Running with them was a day well spent. Met some at school, some in college, Each was different in their set of knowledge. Each grew up, each grew…
I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…
Your tainted love It trickles down Like an IV drip, Plops into me A bit by bit, and I feel Foolishly sanguine, comatose. I am your hallowed vessel, On a lethal dose of you I’ve overdosed. I never noticed When my own blood Turned to water In your hands, When I found myself warped Into…
Mirror tonight show me not My own reflection. My tired visage seeks A change From melancholia that blights My sunken cheeks And has settled itself In the hollow of my neck. Mirror tonight haunt me not With irises darkened from pain This shroud that hangs loose In folds around my bones Feels like foreign skin…
“Ouch!” She yelped in pain. Her hand quickly shot up to the side of her neck and was cupping it. “What happened?” He had turned and walked the few paces back where she stood clutching her neck. Her eyes were screwed shut in pain and she was now rubbing the side of her neck. “What…
Aaaah sweet love… And the loner friends who help others in love. Ouch! Love hurts Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Picture Credits: pinterest.com
