• parvathiee 53w

    Even now when I sit in my balcony sipping my tea the winds have the same pattern the smell and the way it used to blow before.
    It reminds me of your presence
    The breezy movement of your hair
    The way your eye skipped to look at me..
    Oh you did fear to look into my eyes didn't you?
    I sensed it..
    It was taking you down drowning you deep into a sea of guilt.
    Little did I knew the reason behind the lack of your audacity.
    But honey you did let them tear you apart..