• joyachakraborty 5w

    Sour

    Something sour down my throat,
    the unspoken words that I choose to gulp down to myself,
    in an attempt to save you from the ruins of my wrath.
    Or,
    Maybe self-loathe, as to why i let you put a hold onto me,
    Why everytime i keep the count of the ticking clock and wait just for a maybe from you.
    ©joyachakraborty