• ameenaahmed 33w


    While she nursed his broken wings
    He was planning to paint
    Someone else's sky.
    Valleys grew deeper
    And mountains inched higher,
    As a part of her
    Widened it's rift from him.
    She stretches her hands
    To the empty half of the bed.
    Even the creases of the bedsheet
    Straightened themselves.
    When will she learn?