• kushal_702 8w

    the poems written for you
    were left torn and shattered
    before it started.
    as I leave behind my oldest pain

    with my eyes filled with tears
    and nerves shiver in pain,
    more than my heart beats in fear,
    like the sound of torn pages,
    clear and louder.

    I felt my heart burn,
    and had a heart attack
    as you wanted us an end,
    when I was hoping you
    to light up my world.

    - Kushal Pednekar