Friday, 20 March 2015

Broken Up

Curled up in bed,
Pillow wet, night cold,
Cried all night,
Strongest person in the morning!

You're no longer my cure,
This feeling is like,
A plane crashing.
One day, I hope, you wake up to find,
I was worth the fight.
I hope.

That special place you had,
Terrifies me now.
I hope we never stay broken up.


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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous21 March 2015 at 02:32

    This is so beautiful, Aayesha. Love every word:)
    Do have a look at this post:
    http://vishal-newkidontheblock.blogspot.com/2015/03/nirbhayas-re-visited-udwin-leslee-video.html

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    1. Aayesha S Hakim21 March 2015 at 03:32

      Thank you so much, Vishal :)
      Off to your post :D

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